On belvedere, where I were

There lies available sofas in the common rooms at apexed largesse
 but on no new guest arrives here yet
While the solenoid jocund continued like stillwater in there's dwell
Disk jockeyist banged it's sounds making head pangs out to swells
Who will go with me....to the party high avenue's
Where the joyous dances bevies came to summer
On the gazebo where foreigners music echoes last and do continues
Unto me those stepping dancers are genuine
I ravished to be in there midsts whining among those charming ones still
And I don't mind passed away with them
if they couldn't stayed extras I stunned at a rookies with looked
Wouldn't let them go until,
Partying from dusk till dawn but my closing hour late be over-jook'd.