The woman is a brightly shining Star
So dazzling and lustrous, yet faraway,
Never have I felt something so bizarre
As I did many other Yesterday,
She's untouchable, I know,
But her silky snowy hand
Is something I can't let go,
Is it my heart or my mind?
I do not know,
But her warm icy breath creeping my face
I know it's Heaven's Grace
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