saturn
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Dressed like Saturn,
Girdled by those cosmic belts
She asks me, darling,
What's your favorite planet?
Shall I speak to you my secrets
in hushed and airy tones
near the warmly-lit fire?
Sweet taste of nectar and honey
you praise me and forget yourself.
How this narrative reminds me of one such time
I watched it all, never once did I look away
So calm as I heard the univeitable echoes of a radio, news on televisions, sirens calls
that I drowned out by the sight in front of all mankind
With the rays of the sun I'll make her crown
With the fabric of space I'll make her gown
With the rings of Saturn I'll make her throne
With the universe for her stage may her reign last forever
Long live the queen.
