Write baroque pop lyrics for a classically trained emotive female vocalist, BPM 82, D minor, core instrumentation: lute harpsichord, 4-piece string quartet, chamber woodwind section, English horn, glass armonica. The theme follows a 17th-century Venetian widowed poet lingering at a sun-dappled canal-side palazzo gala, watching her former lover dance with a stranger behind a gilded swan mask. Emotion is quiet, stately heartbreak tangled with bittersweet nostalgia, laced with imagery of crumbling frescoes, spiked champagne flutes, and peacock feathers catching candlelight. Verse structure leans into Lana Del Rey’s languid narrative gravitas, choruses swell with Florence + The Machine’s theatrical grandeur.
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[Intro] [Verse] The salt is biting at the marble floor I watch the shadows by the open door My lace is heavy with a dusty weight I come to feast and curse my fate The English horn begins a lonely tune Beneath the pale and waning afternoon The lute is humming in the salty air I smooth the silver in my braided hair [Pre-Chorus] Champagne is spiked with something bittersweet I feel the rhythm in my tired feet The peacock feathers catch the dying light I see your ghost within the night [Chorus] Oh, let the frescoes crumble to the sea You dance with her, won't look at me Behind the swan, your eyes are bright I am the widow of the candlelight Break every flute and let the vintage spill My heart is frozen in this winter chill The water rises to the palace gate I am the poet of a broken state [Post-Chorus] The swan is gilded, gold and cold A story that was never told The swan is gliding on the floor I cannot watch you anymore [Verse] The harpsichord is weeping in the hall I see the cracks upon the painted wall She wears the silk I used to own I sit alone upon a velvet throne Your hand is resting on her slender waist A bitter vintage that I’ll never taste The woodwinds whisper of a secret sin I feel the madness creeping in [Pre-Chorus] Champagne is spiked with something bittersweet I feel the rhythm in my tired feet The peacock feathers catch the dying light I see your ghost within the night [Chorus] Oh, let the frescoes crumble to the sea You dance with her, won't look at me Behind the swan, your eyes are bright I am the widow of the candlelight Break every flute and let the vintage spill My heart is frozen in this winter chill The water rises to the palace gate I am the poet of a broken state [Bridge] Glass armonica, sing for the dead Words of a poet never said Venice is sinking in the deep The promises you didn't keep The sun is dappled on the stone But I am dying here alone [Chorus] Oh, let the frescoes crumble to the sea You dance with her, won't look at me Behind the swan, your eyes are bright I am the widow of the candlelight Break every flute and let the vintage spill My heart is frozen in this winter chill The water rises to the palace gate I am the poet of a broken state [Outro]
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