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She is woman and she soars in numbers too big to ignore, And she knows too much to go back and pretend...la la lala laaaaa.....
Who seeks more to move like you Breathless whisper commanding sigh
You shall not be limited to name Nor title high, For you carress the sky
You
Move the night Call forth the day
Flowers lean to you And trees do sway
You Are even Lonely's
Delight
You wish...
And dreams,
Take flight.
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Thanks,
Chris
Sage
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