Miss Spring Superstar

Miss Spring Superstar is again on the stage after hospital treatment
Flown off to the platforms of snow-melting roofs as to her first night cradle
A-reading the ballet of horrible love and the beautiful treason,
A-dancing the verse of deceitful heroes and allegiant rats.

Ovations of avenues painted the city with glorious kelly.
This tireless prayer made heavens fall down in a mighty heat slide,
The assiduous scream of the squares brought lilac to sweet couples' galleries
While clouted houses filled the front rows in long swinging strides.

Miss Spring Superstar,
Miss Spring Superstar,
May we make our way,
May we make our song
To the spring...

The old dictator, the Sun in the emperor's lodge turns his glasses,
Nags at taut nerves, claims the thaw is for no valid reason,
Touching the chins, raises gently the smiles of by-passers
And crossing himself starts the seventy-fifth theatrical season.

Miss Spring Superstar,
Miss Spring Superstar,
May we make our way,
May we make our song
To the spring...


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