Her hair flows Like golden waves
Where only true men Dare to brave
Beauty harsh, cold, ruthless
But wonderful and deep.
Here in trully lies
A woman's finds
A lovely shell
A flowery dream
Berrets and Fine Womanly things
Like as to the fish
That flow in this river.
Many colors many shapes
Glittering like drapes
In the pure sunlight.
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