Chrysanthemums from gilded argosy Unload their gaudy senseless merchandise.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
This wasn’t a case of gilding the lily. If there was a lily underneath all that, it had long since been crushed to a pulp. The party stopped in its tracks as she took off her cloak, frozen in wordless contemplation of a wardrobe that made the word “gaudy” sound sweet and demure by contrast.
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