how beautiful is the woman of gold
never forget the desired and wanted one — the artificer that’s really ancient
he above all others is the true goldsmith of liars and women of the latent
don’t be upset by how age-old it is
don’t tear yourself apart to see the goldsmith hard at work
the penny that’s really yellow — above all others is the one who is curiously mellow
down down down into the darkness of corinth — gently she goes to the king to the pauper and to the sick one
how happy is the little diamond — the true essence of the woman
a gilt that is not wholly worthy will always be an antique
now unfashionable is just the thing to get me wondering why such a pretty little thing is now forsaken
the ancient greeks of a lost generation now destroyed — how I mourned the loss of the woman of gold
how it makes me shiver in the dead of night
how i pray to aphrodite for but a little strength and might
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