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Woman
The glow To speak
Around your face Of things anew
When you see To weep
The lightning race In quiet blue
I know Brocade
I'm very near upon your bed
And I can hear Memories should fade
The thunder At least of you
A woman A scepter
Of perplexity Of ice and fire
A woman A specter
For eternity Of my desire
A woman A girl-child
Of the land Of such loveliness
A woman The woman
For a man Of my emptiness
It's harder
To find a way
To come back
Discreetly
Titre complet She Was Waitin For Her Mother At The Station In Torino And You Know I Love You
Baby But Its Getting Too Heavy To Laugh