Purple petaled phonographs
along the garden's beaten path
Wings draw figure eights,
hummingbirds rise above the iron gates
The sweetest gold runs through their blood
With pointed beaks they sip the sun
that's tucked inside a crimson bell
They reach inside under the flower's spell
They're a vision of attention
They're a vision of vibration
They're a vision of elation
What a love runs through our blood
What magic sun pours from above
Let me try and emulate
Let me amplify what I love of this place
Their feathers have a copper sheen
Purple, blue, and meadow green
And their bodies are smaller than my hands
Tender as the heart of my man
They're a vision of attention
They're a vision of vibration
They're a vision of elation
And their beauty lives in you and me
as much as anything
And I'll carry it through the city
and to you, my friends, this is what I'll bring

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