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A fairyland of glittering lights
a fast car – I’m Queen of the
Night choreographed to a
Mozart frenzy speeding to
classical music on the way,
modern music coming back
Washing dishes, dreaming of
wind in my hair, happy with life,
work still outstanding but I don’t
care, we never get it done, relax,
enjoy the ride, dance on through
the world all mine
Blommeland’s Silver Rose more
beautiful than imagined, added to
my Persian market collection, so
it is true it is out of hand with the
glorious poppies awakening an
undeniable desire for beauty
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