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Cloud Of Crimson Roses
Pirouetting on a cloud of crimson roses
In the silence of a fluttering butterfly.
Dripping pollen of scarlett rainbows
Through a prism of glass,
Suspended in the air.
As lovely as a tree of a painted sky
Echoed by a golden harp of dreams
Across eternity's dateline,
Sweet as mulled wine.
In the silence of a fluttering butterfly.
Dripping pollen of scarlett rainbows
Through a prism of glass,
Suspended in the air.
As lovely as a tree of a painted sky
Echoed by a golden harp of dreams
Across eternity's dateline,
Sweet as mulled wine.
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