Magenta
Josephine Foster
In my temple stands a gentle-
Man whos spinning silver rings
And the temple's rudimental
All her veins are cartilage
And my gentle-mans not mental
Though hes wise by twice his age
He seems simple oh ornamental
In the deep and darker beige
Oh so soft, so magenta
Candle burn, open gate
Oh and a love fundamental
Rise eternal in holy bliss
Oh so soft, so magenta
Candle burn, open carriage
And a love fundamental
Rise a dove in holy bliss
Oh be gentle; sentimental
Come and bring your silver rings
Though the temple's rudimental
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Oh so soft, so magenta
Candle burn, open carriage
Oh and blood fundamental
Rose a temple in holy bliss