She is the woman

She is the woman of the moonbeams

She is the woman of my dreams

She is the one who stole my heart away

She is the one I treasure every day

She is the one whose smile is sunlight

She is the one whose eyes light the night

She is the woman who’s my teacher

She is the woman who’s my preacher

She is the woman who guides my heart

She is the woman who suffers this old fart.

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Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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