You hide your form
Under cover of sheet
And light and song
I see what you want
Me to see, nothing more

You flow with grace
Crowned with elegance
Your mere facade
Held together with
The broach from your mother

You sweep me away
You’ve met me here
At the party of the year
I hear them all chant
I have to join in….

TOGA, TOGA, TOGA!!!

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