(john phillips)
in a place far from here,
circled by mountains,
her skirts are raised;
she gently sways.
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lady genevieve
blue of blouse,
crystal sphere
slowly revolving -
her life is seen;
the blues are green.
kings cannot believe
lady geneveie.
butterfly to appear
frozen in final motion.
the bargain's made;
her colors fade.
collectors have achieved
lady genevieve.
night has come,
so spread your wings
while they all are sleeping.
try the wind;
your wings shall mend.
happily conceive,
lady genevieve.
lady genevieve,
torn from the willow,
rest your head,
ooh, rest your head.
no one shall receive lady genevieve. |