As a periwinkle sky turns a shade of dusk A night light of stars sprinkles dust As a calliope plays our promenade On our carousel of Saturn's rings With a hint of dew from your lips In a hammock between Venus and Mars Sweet as ambrosia on your fingertips That is way the winds blow When wiggling your piccolo toes As the story ends
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