For this one, I imagined the song in the red book was from a shy fellow who passes a maiden he favors each day on the 1918 streets but never has the courage to actually speak to her. This is his song to her. I tried to incorporate some terms that may have been used during that time such as serenade, ferver and fair vained.
lyrics
Her hands are modest, face tucked low
City streets are lined with similar shadows
Walk the steps of those who came moments before
For each a distinct path a different entry door
Those who fell upon her blue eyes
Those who fell upon her blue eyes
Indigo
She carries orchids, yellow and white
She's followed by archangels and the light
And all the birds, sing her song
An orchestra of robins serenade her along
Those who fell upon her blue eyes
Those who fell upon her blue eyes
Indigo
She's the ferver of my stride
She's a constant breeze that warms the oceanside
If I had the courage, catch her eye
Speak the words, long for her fair vained reply
I will fall upon her blue eyes
I will fall upon her blue eyes
Indigo
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