Mademoiselle Marquee & le labyrinth the demarmelade

Oh the moonlight eb and flow



where therein the spider goes



through the silver strings which bring



Harmony to bluebells ring!



with silver beads as glassy seeds



the morning song shall soon proceed



though with twilights slumber nigh'



the moon still sits in morning sky



morning cream and stray cats purr



into this world' the dreamers stir