.Stained glass windows smoked wood tables
The slaves of culture toil by night
The pall of perfumed true confessions
And when the air gets thick as this
You can cut it with a straw
And as the moon hangs over Waverly they call.
Take me to the Paradise, beauty sleeps .
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