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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Turns and Movies: Violet Moore and Bert Moore</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He thinks her little feet should pass <br>Where dandelions star thickly grass; <br>Her hands should lift in sunlit air <br>Sea-wind should tangle up her hair. <br>Green leaves, he says, have never heard <br>A sweeter ragtime mockingbird, <br>Nor has the moon-man ever seen, <br>Or man in the spotlight, leering green, <br>Such a beguiling, smiling queen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her eyes, he says, are stars at dusk, <br>Her mouth as sweet as red-rose musk; <br>And when she dances his young heart swells <br>With flutes and viols and silver bells; <br>His brain is dizzy, his senses swim, <br>When she slants her ragtime eyes at him. . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moonlight shadows, he bids her see, <br>Move no more silently than she. <br>It was this way, he says, she came, <br>Into his cold heart, bearing flame. <br>And now that his heart is all on fire <br>Will she refuse his heart's desire?-- <br>And O! has the Moon Man ever seen <br>(Or the spotlight devil, leering green) <br>A sweeter shadow upon a screen?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Conrad+Potter+Aiken">Conrad Potter Aiken</a><div class=q>
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Where dandelions star thickly grass; 
Her hands should lift in sunlit air 
Sea-wind should tangle up her hair. 
Green leaves, he says, have never heard 
A sweeter ragtime mockingbird, 
Nor has the moon-man ev..."></div>
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