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the fool's gold moon weaves a beveled glass shawl that wraps them in wardrobes of checkerboard patterns while the heavenly hostess serves them highballs and coleslaw my dear young dead lovers and old flings gone on to your rest dance on blue danube sky ways to sweet dreams and stop all these mad, end all these sad last requests (last request of the night) last requests (the party is over now) last requests... the dancing feet tired and numb the banners and lights have all faded the party is over and done and angels, they tap at the windows their taxis are parked at the curb and safely back home they will take you if you would just say the word say the word the smoke and the spotlight cling like cobwebbed kisses to wilting corsages and musty bandanas dust covered dishes and skeleton wishes her hair gathers moonlight, confetti and stardust she escapes from the holdouts the has-beens and dreamers the cold hopeless lust, the termites and rust
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