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Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoesWarm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of bluesAnd the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hairBrass buttons, green silks and silver shoesMy mind was young until she grewMy secret thoughts known only by the fewIt was a dream much to realTo be leaned against too longAll the time I think she knewHer words still dance inside my headHer comb still lies beside my bedAnd the sun comes up without herIt just doesn't know she's goneOoh, but I remember everything she saidBrass buttons, green silks and silver shoesWarm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of bluesAnd the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hairBrass buttons, green silks and silver shoes Aus Songtexte Mania