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Dressed in almond taffeta,
a salted evening throw
With satin slipper grenadine,
where crystal glasses flow
I dreamt of Tawny Evermore,
her hair a fired flame
And songs now sung and played for her,
shall never be the same
Her cape of velvet after sheen,
upon a braided stair
Past portraits painted long ago,
by artists everywhere
Along a paisley corridor,
its walls adorned in gold
Another haven brings...
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