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 Brass buttons green silks and silver shoes

 Warm evenings pale mornings bottle of blues

 And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair

 Brass buttons green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew

My secret thoughts known only by a few

 It was a dream much too real

 To be leaned against too long

All the time I think she knew

Her words still dance inside my head

Her comb still lies beside my bed

 And the sun comes up without her

 It just doesn't know she's gone

But I remember everything she said

 Brass buttons green silks and silver shoes

 Warm evenings pale mornings bottle of blues

 And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair

 Brass buttons green silks and silver shoes