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Looking up at the
in the moon and stars
Looking out at the
Feeling Love outgrow its

She feels the dewy
her silk skirt
Surveys the mass
over a world of hurt

There's nothing like
She feels the wind move along her

May, all the heavy rain you made
Turned the cold ground into a garden of today
And she waits for another

Starting at thirty three
The in her eyes still screams
For love, lust and great folly
through a young man's dreams

And she'll, in turns, stop and start his
a hurricane

There's nothing like
She feels the wind along her thighs

Tonight succumb to all her charms
And the scent of lilac evoke the time
Her long flowing lay across his arms
As he gazes softly at her