Three Women
There was once a woman,
I met walking up in the mountains.
She was beautiful,
she was kind,
with a red flower in her hair.
She took the words straight out of my mouth.
There was once a woman,
I met walking near a stream.
She washed her whites,
she dried her blacks,
with a pure white apron on,
she washed my mistakes away.
There was once a woman,
I met in a lonely cafe.
She was lovely,
she was warm,
when she started to sing,
she blew my soul away.
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