1.
With those girls in plaid dresses
Hair up in trestles,
Dancing, dancing away,
With slit smiles,
Keeping in key,
With our song,
And incapable melodies.

Trapping and pressing away
Those ivory set fingers,
Sinking, sinking through
Marble keys with ribbons
Holding back their wishes,
Of diamonds and heirs;
Don't rush your time
Little one
On those dances floors made of
Rosin wood from,
Daddy's finest banks.

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a.a. it's just a series of already linked things.