So lillies, so tenderly when my dreams reflect them.
Seeming fragrant, ah! Were sun in their grief!
Your white of the dream,
Unbinding my hands with my head,
While enclosed in your violet grace.
So lost, boredom and fountains.
Wickedly, eyes.
When will they turn around?
Writer(s): Julia Holter
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