Pink (The ballad of Bonny)

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Pink, pink, pink
Whirling tatters of a nightgown cradled by the wind
Seem to have something in common
Innocence forgets its colours
And tomorrow will not bother me

A gust of summer mint
Raises gold necrophage butterflies
In passing park stroll fantasies
Untimely as they seem to be

I am hoping you might find some rest
In that house you call your present tense
Which always seems to be on fire
Despite your best attempts at ignoring the smell

You see?
It wasn't such a painful scene
Despite the long glissando of old violins

We both soon found
There's no good parting song for now
Well Bonny, you may sing as loud
as the Royal Albert Hall allows
I no longer hear

Pink, pink, pink
Spinning bodies full of arteries
Seem to be too tired now
To dance the jig of Love in crowds
Tomorrow's flowers are
Today's burial grounds

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