Don’t be so hard
You do it too
With black beating shirt
And hairy dark hue
Don’t mock her parade
Her self-esteem fair
Without her you’re nothing
No-one, nowhere
Allow her a moment
And help her to dare
To feel like someone
That really is there
She’ll wear what she wants
And do as she please
You have no right
To snicker or tease
For she is a lady
And she is the sea
You are but sand
That she has let be
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