roaring twenties
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My dear Velvetine was the richest Queen
No, not rich in gold but rich in life
She spent her last days before her
unexpected slumber dancing in the
Roaring Twenties
Swinging to the beat of the saxophone
It seems so long ago that the illusion faded
And we were left with barren dirt
The colorful night life now evaded
As we all try to save our own souls.
It took so long for us to realize
