but gilded and frescoed and stuccoed beyond belief in the eighteenth.
Or: "Rococo, BAM !"
Because life is for believing...
That your heart can turn to gold.
{Hold on to the beads at your heart.}
How many angels must cry, for silver and gold.
Life is just moving so fast, for silver and gold.
'Cause soon we will all be erased, for silver and gold.
Timeless, in your finery.
A high price for your luxury.
The Midas Touch.
She was Lady Luck.
Very Versailles.
High Altar.
These private viewing windows are amazing.
They look so fairy tale.
All that glitters is not gold.
Pulpit.
All pink and gold and glittering.
Organ.
xx


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