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“Is there such a thing as silk?”
I ask myself tonight
I’ve heard all the rumors,
and I think they’re right
I wonder if I’ll ever see,
or smell, or touch, or taste,
a cloth, that makes the angel’s sing,
and a shrine of waist

How could such a thing,
in this world, exists?
what a gory story,
we all know the gist
but I’m sure silk exists,
I know it to be true!
it’s what my dreams are made of,
but never in my view