Her velvet skin
Olive polished maroon gown
Pearl around neck
His dreams are velvet ripples
Marky lane, house at corner
Sounds of champagne glasses
Dim spot lights on her
Queen of the star crowd
One plain heart is
Writing lyrics
Evening and indigo eve
Turmeric bamboos at east coast
Of the center attraction
Quiet pool besides north door g
Grasping glimpse of the silver
Above starry blue
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