Through the mists of pink champagne
Along the ridgeway of expectations
Beauty is as beauty reigns
Would we have danced
If I too had been younger
Would we have ransacked our minds
To find money for the rides at Kelso
And as she walks
From side to side
Does she remember
The railway sliding by
Up above the early sunrise
Through the rift of wronged exchange
Along the rooftops of pointed presentations
Thoughtful is as thoughtless motive gains
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