Gilded reflections come from your perstine grade

Toss that glass of red wine it's not up to your glamor

Scarlet spills and runs in an arterial fashon

In those twists and turns we'll find a beating heart

Something about that pale hue screams opulence

I hope one day we're reunited when you adorn my great halls


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