Through Her Eyes
Thirsty mind ,she drinks the day
And the night and takes the clay
That she makes out of the Dawn
Yearns to swing it in a song
All around her as she swirls
Near the edges of the world
And we 'll never think the same,
yes Tatyana is her name.
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