One evening dress shines ethereal,
Like stars above, her other dresses,
It caresses her like love,
That She always dreamed,
Upon the shore,
And merry go round,
A gypsy, a sad and tender angel,
Gazes with her kind lovely eyes,
Their bliss,
The merry go round is merry,
When it and she is still,
And her love still sways,
The moon glows,
With its infinite dresses,
That caresses like the jazz,
Of a love song,
Her loveliness, just as sweet,
In her gypsy and vintage dresses
Reynaldo Casison