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Glimmering Girl - by Sue Carroll Moore
And maybe I shall go with you, my glimmering girl
To the land of Glyn, to the land of Myrrh
Where cats wear gleaming fine faces and purple fur
And the daisies bend down singing lowly: murr, murr
And maybe we shall go there together my girl
Decked out in moth's wings and juniper fur
To the opera in the land of Myrrh
The one beyond reckon beyond call and ken
That harks back when.
And maybe we shall go there my glimmering girl - In summertime,
in bumblebee time
And maybe we shall go there, my glimmering, glimmering, girl
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