Flames are lowered, gentle curve of decay amongst the embers
Turn pages of the picture books, remember those past Decembers
Lend her the lyric hooks, sing songs of joy and tenderness
Suppress at once the negative looks, that is no way to send her
Fend off your depression, close up the downbeat
With the light of impression share her romantic nooks & crannies
Play her Danny and the Champions of the World
Swirl her on to the dance floor
More you shout, folklore edicts the damsel fair
Rare as sacred through wildest air
Care of the curved decay whose lowered tones blend her wishes
Superstitious as she becomes
Run now, run your words down to the floor
The core is gone, the story flickered, lest it shone
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