A man said nCome here beautifulnI like you diamondsnand cold mounds of goldnscreaming kissesnnHe made this commentnto a woman of dreamsnand yet she surelynmust be a queennnTo performnthe mannequin must try very hardnto movennAn intense fire came from the kitchennAnd the people scrambled for the exitnBut the mannequinnwho could not movenshe kept weeping snowflakesnthe fire was extinguishednthe people disappearednand a man saidnCome here beautifulnnHe made this offernto a woman of dreamsnnnTO A WOMAN OF DREAMS