You say your love is like the stars
You say she moves like the breeze
And kisses like the sea.
My love is the stars
is the breeze
is the sea.
You limit your love to a woman
You live for a woman
I live, love, and die
For the world.
A fickle mistress, yes
But she will never leave me bored.
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