She Used To Mean a World To Me
She used to mean a world to me:
my soil, my sky, my sea,
she was my stay in trying times;
we did commit cool crimes.
Loving and learning what is right
and sometimes fighting all the night,
in freaky blast, our love did last;
she's now gone.
She used to mean a world to me:
the Sun and moon I always see,
she's always there all night and day,
we preen and play and pray.
Nothing compares to such a love,
daring and decent like a dove;
delightful dame in gainless game,
she's now gone.
She used to mean a world to me,
a friend faithful and free,
for her all words are not enough;
so tender, true and tough.
Describing her was a huge task,
but now I have questions to ask.
Is she a Doe, is she a Sow?
She's now gone.
She used to mean a world to me:
my butterfly, my bee;
her glow brightens my tomorrows,
her sting brought me sorrows.
The waves of wishes and wisdom
saved me from this thorny thraldom,
she suprised me, O I am free!
She's now gone.
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