Golden Cup

Red Flower Dream

Come, let me sing into your ear
Those dancing days are gone
All that silk and satin gear
Crouch upon a stone
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag

I carry the sun in a golden cup
The moon in a silver bag

– Those Dancing Days Are Gone by Carla Bruni


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