She came as nature made her, beauty as can be
to a rose, her lips intimidate; to a tree, her body curves
her hair, like the leaves, move in the breaze
and tasteful dreams her body serves-
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Pretty little woman-who loves me today
-with small tiny lips-who stood by the bay
a wave of her hand-light as the sun
she went to her dress, and did it undone
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Once upon a time a child was born,
A girl-so shy-with flowers adorned
Named as the Rose, to match her red lips
Destined to be loved, with goddess like hips
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I could fall in love with a man, if that man touched me with his words
Ive been strangled at the neck with a man of bold hands,
Yet to me spoke not a word.
I could fall in love with a man, if he held me as he does a paintbrush
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Can the sun still rise, above your swallowing lies that have me buried
Ten/twelve feet below the earth..
And you sing of merriment, how great it is to be Free? ?
How is it that I was supposed to love you?
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This is the last grain of sand.
The glass sits empty-mocking me with each passing day.
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The singing of rain soothes my mind; it is louder than my thoughts.
Falling freely, with no strict pattern; just as my thoughts are to me
It’s gentle, powerful, and visibly admirable-the rain
It muffles, and washes, distracts me from my pain
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Silver stars up in the sky
Is this love or can I fly?
Silver stars up in the dark-
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What is the day but a lit gray screen
What is the earth but some mystic's crystal ball
What are the stars but glowing floating rocks
What is the moon, but the sun too soon.
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