Who each woman is
Does she smell like lavender fields
More worthy of obsession with each passing Day
Why the fabric of her dress upon her skin causes men to sing?
The Earth springs forth, as I imagine, musical notes with her every step. Yes.
Such passion must she follow, as to leave us inspired
Her smile draws from an endless-deep joy well
Words from her soul have him come hither, a pulling of magician’s scarf
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