Red Lady

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O woman of my dreams,

O graceful lady, you!

Wrapped in distorted linen,

But persona, elegantly-worn.

Dishevelled hair, too,

Full of confetti hither and thither,

You gather them and blow.

Your eyes, blurred with kohl,

Lips, tinted with flush.

Forbidden garden in the eyes,

Nectar-filled lips, tempting yet venerable.

O lady in Red, you stand alone,

Disgraced angel, mortal soul.

Wait wait, for your mesmerizing spell.

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