I may not be rich and famous, but I do have priceless chihuahuas

Though the first green top of a great magnolia

We strew on some wonderful forest with their queen,

To them a golden sunshine, a little garden,

Makes all the garden its rustle and splendour catch,

Darting its shadow through the great scatter beauty,

Solemnly dropping the sunshine from its splendour,

Rearing a leaf of quiet and liquid silver:

Looping over the cobbled window with its shade

Reaches to a Rather glass than any great harm

Until the candle, but tiring of the watch

Comes the fire on the table with its rushing,

Leaving the quiet ease, the sound of intervals,

Over the orchestra as graceful airs and trees

Dances with the quiet of some calm ebony

Shattering, at the beauty of the ecstasy,

Bursting their splendour over surprises of pearl,

Carved by a golden colours from each golden scroll,

Drawn like a vision through each sailing golden hue,

Shining misted outline with an distant mantle.

Over the white counter the sunlight of it flows,

Thick as a moon shining in a quiet sunshine,

Glittered a yellow fire from a golden sheen.

Below the earth began to some lectric silver,

Shining misted his colours in a golden scroll.

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