See a flower walk
And walk
The flower in red boots
The flower in red shoes
Along the moon-lit sward
The moon-lit sward of green
Amongst the scent of mists
Of magic and of notes
That music sweet and weird float:
One after one
As chained though free
Untied
The ghosts and shrouds
One after other walk:
Soldiers of the magic night
And of the dark mute brides:
See a flower walk
And walk
The flower in red boots
The flower in red shoes
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