Sky dressing
Fold me in your turquoise sky
Wrap me in your gold
On my feet those creamy clouds
I’m never growing old
Charcoal on my fingertips
In my hair some purple streaks
Evening’s scarlet for my lips
Amber locks and widow’s peak
Around my neck fine wisps of white
Upon my lids some silver stars
Lighting up the darkest night
Venus, Jupiter and Mars
Fold me in your turquoise sky
Just look up and watch me fly
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