Beautiful Vision
I cannot tell if the woman is reaching for the crescent moon
Or letting the moon loose, back into the sky
My imagination needs nothing prettier to see tonight
She is a goddess, shaped like a Vargas queen.
The kind of model we saw half clad in the forties
It matters not what she is doing
I cannot take my eyes off her
She is the most beautiful vision in the sky tonight
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