carve this moment darling
hold it warm in your hand

a mist of silver honey
that quilts a mystic land

trap resplendent there
in her purple velvet gown

and love with her pain
and joy with her crown

set them on the wind
like nomads travel on

their hope is made of glass
their time here is gone

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