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Painted ladies linger long
As quietly they play
Silent as the grave, and still they stay
'Til the dawning of the day
When the moon has had his way
Painted pictures of the night
Mmmmmm
See the shadows on my face
Against a pallet of the purest white
And a ribbon made to shine
To light the darkness of my eyes
On Fourth Avenue there's fire in the sky
And the dancers fill the night
On a wheel spinning round and around
In a dream for which to die
The golden pendulum of autumn
Singing softly of the end
Mmmmmmm
The ivory face above the mirror
And two lovers who pretend
But the southern bird ascends
And burns a candle in the wind
On the corner there's a band that is playing
And the people march along
As the trumpet plays a final refrain
As the dancers fill the dawn
And the dream it lingers on