Golden films mantled br the slow breeze wandering br these paper towns br made of paper dreams br br The soigne architect br is frail against the zephyr br fanning of serendipity, br and I weathered through br sternly and miserably br br There is a silence - br a suppressed reticence, br in the soughing of the leaves br and the moribund daydreams br br And in the patterns br of these thinning pages, br I folded a paper town br and succumbed to br a capricious complacency br br And the paper town br remained a sad reverie.