Sunset (...Like Kids On a Hill)

Dancing Queen, come dressed to kill,
as Paris grows behind your heels.
Using love as an art to self-destruct.

Five-foot poet, find your muse;
run the clocks, call it truce.

Bound forever, but damned
by a fleeting youth.



Credits
Writer(s): Andrés Hidalgo Cárdenas
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