She brings the world it seems, or the Old World at least (I don't know where she's traveled, or been to or come from or strolled through on this earth. I say only she is Europe to me). She brings youth from a decade ago. Two decades ago, like she never grew old or wilted ever after she flowered. She kept shinning in the night, chasing the moonlight and the sound 'round, in her skin, and the pearl white petals never closed and sang loud. Always shining, always smiling.
THAT'S JAZZ