She loved dreams and string-like music Rite of Spring, she'd often choose it She spoke like paintings soaked in time Her autumn-colored hair was fine She wore cottons quite a lot She loved herb tea and a coffee pot She lived with a dog and cat Forever yours and after that I remember that to Holly everyone was good No one has ever loved the way Holly could She never cared about herself the way she should No one will ever treat you like Holly would She collected dolls of Dresden Always spoke of her friend Yasmine She was fond of poetry Durrell, Villon, cummings e e She loved riding in a train And "catch me" was her favorite game She loved Vuillard, Bonnard and Klee She only ate one meal a day I remember that to Holly everyone was good No one has ever loved the way Holly could She never cared about herself the way she should No one will ever treat you like Holly would I remember that to Holly everyone was good No one has ever loved the way Holly could She never cared about herself the way she should No one will ever treat you like Holly would