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She is the eighth wonder of the world And I The unfortunate fellow who is to cross her path The enigmatic lass of the soli tribe She has copper for a skin Silver for lashes And diamonds for teeth She reminds me to pray before I go to bed I assume that's her way off telling me she loves me And when I call her shuga I mean I know not any other sweet delicacy For I hear poetry in the tides of her voice And Iast april I was peeling my heart to allow for new feelings And that's how I found myself in the inbox of the despoiled lady I built a thatch in the palms of her messages We conversed until angels ran out of sleeping dust I loved to bathe in ticklish waters of our verbal intercourse For I am in love with what is on the other end of the line And her voice is the last thing I loved to listen to before I fall asleep As if my life depended on it. For I have a missing phalange and her a broken limb She completes me! And she had me promising things I should not I love it.