Between promenade and sea
Beneath silver moonlit clouds
Reflecting the castle on the waves
We turn, and then turn again
To be the harlequins of the night
Clothed in silk and braid and velvet
Dancing to the dark oceans rhythms
I never would have flown,
Or made such a wondrous leap
If love that came calling had not been
So damned well beautifully overwhelming
We walk the cities streets, sodium
On the spires, halogen on the fountains
We see the polished balls roll on green baize
With their cue masters settled in the cloisters
We turn, and then turn again
To be favourites of the famous
Graciously groomed and prepared
Singing with those sisters of harmony
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