If Taylor Swift’s ‘Paper Rings’ Was Written By Pushkin Who Had Also Been Hit Over The Head With A Large, Dull Rock

I wear just now a paper crown,
Would paper you with paper rings,
Would offer you my paper vows,
For what are we but paper things?

I hide my eyes with printed news,
I find greying there true better views.
I oft seek out the glint of shine,
Diamonds, darkness, diamond mines—

But you I’d have in matted paint,
No satin slip nor velvet gown,
Nor lamplight glimmers in our vows.

But you I’d have in paper faint,
True as evening and as pale,
Your hand in mine, a paper trail.