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She wasn't just pretty |
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I could see that something else was there |
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Between those painted toes and shiny things in her hair |
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She was more than that |
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When I fell asleep |
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Her multiple arms held me firm |
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And I knew there was no escape |
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From that embrace |
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She is more than us |
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She showed me wonders |
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I could never have imagined |
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Worlds I couldn't have dreamed: truth, no less |
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She is: |
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atomic petrochemical genocidal bad news |
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She is: |
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consumer oriented globalized and inhuman |
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She is: |
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her name is hidden under layers of layers and pseudonyms |
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But I know her well |
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Dance |
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Sing |
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I sleep like a baby |
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In her many arms |
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While she strides across the battlefield |
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Dancing, singing, feeding |
