the girl is every woman
the expectation of dawn
revealing a dream of day
when fearful night has gone
she is the bloom of May
surpassing summer's heat
all the earth can yield
all passions we entreat
sunrise can bring a storm
a kiss turned to deceit
as tears of lightning fall
and force a blind retreat
the rose of spring is torn
the garden left in tatters
to cast a fatal shroud
on everything that matters
yes she is every woman
the breath of sacred belief
madonna of precious life
the arbiter of grief
but she may drift away
in winds beyond all reason
to leave us stripped again
to battle with the season
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