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This Woman

She's the woman I saw when I was alone she's the woman who sung when I was deaf she made me bite with my toothless gum Shes the woman whose smile I cherish and miss the woman whose aromatic kiss irritated my foes who hissed with her heart, I never tease The woman who called me baby the woman that tickled me and triggered my cheeks she pricked my hooves for free and detained my torment in leaks The woman before whom I bow and call mom for the care loving smiles and lulls the lady whose nature a ware to store all for I needed all Mother is a precious woman I ever missed whenever I teased for the kisses of loneliness engulfed denouncing the spirits to the mute mother mother a blossoming pearl

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