Sense and sentiment are lovers; strange
Shadows dancing in the ebbing light
Silhouetted forms through the old lace curtain
Their brief existences a flickering uncertain
While one feels the sweep of the air
Will lift their passions beyond care
The other knows the impending affair
Will inevitably end as season’s change
He wears silks of black
and white
Certain his mind is right
Swirling round and round
The silence is a deafening
sound
She runs naked across her
rainbow
Amused by the colors in
the show
For her music plays - they
know
Sense and sentiment are
lovers; strange
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