I Went To Heaven - Carla Bruni

I went to Heaven

'Twas a small town

Lit with a ruby

Lathed them with down

Stiller than the fields

At the full dew

Beautiful as pictures

No man drew

No man drew

People like the moth

Of melchin frames

Duties of gossamer

And eider names

Almost contented

I could be

'Mong such a unique

Society, society

'Twas a small town

Lathed them with down