"...But to me the darkness was red-gold and crocus-coloured,
With your brightness,
And the words you whispered to me,
Sprang up and flamed—orange torches against the rain.
Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain!" ---Summer Rain, Amy Lowell
You make me a little girl again A princess dancing in her Purple floral dress With my hair in pretty curls, My hands in dainty white gloves You give me candy hearts They speak of love
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