She loved rings and string like music Rite of spring, she'd often choose it She spoke like greetings soaked in time Her autumn-coulored hair was fine She wore cottons quite a lot She loved dark tea and coffee pot She lived with a dog and cat Forever yours and after that I remember that to Holly everyone was good No one has ever loved the way Holly could She never cared about herself the way she should No one will ever treat you like Holly would She collected dolls up-dressed Always spoke of her friend Yasmine She was fond of poetry Durelvion, Cummings, E.E. She loved riding in a train And "catch me" was her favourite game She loved the yard, Bernard and Clay She only ate one meal a day Chorus twice by: José Duarte [email protected]