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As leaves in moonlight dream of golden sun I see her there, adorned in lace, all white. Another pearl black button comes undone. She brings to mind that view from old Verdun Where wooden boxcars lumber through the night As leaves in moonlight dream of golden sun. So free from pin, silk bow or schoolmarm bun Her silver hair, like tinsel, teases light. Another pearl black button comes undone. Still sleepy lips ask: "Has the day begun?" Sweet Holly stands before my morning flight As leaves in moonlight dream of golden sun. Though I, like Pyrrhus, wonder what I've won, I watch as she becomes my appetite. Another pearl black button comes undone. She tilts her head and says "Good morning, Hon." The budding dawn's light turns her blue eyes bright. As leaves in moonlight dream of golden sun Another pearl black button comes undone. |