A shimmering mirage of the Deep South, where reality blends with magic. A weathered wooden porch floats impossibly in the air, defying gravity. On it, a ethereal woman with gossamer wings dances, a baby with a halo of fireflies cradled on her shoulder. Her feet never touch the boards, leaving trails ...
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Entered the following lyrics from Black Velvet:
Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell
Jimmy Rodgers on the Victrola up high
Mama's dancin' with baby on her shoulder
The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky
The boy could sing, knew how to move ev'rything
Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for
Black velvet and that little boy smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring her to your knees
Black velvet if you please