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It hatched one beautiful morning
In the sad garden of my heart
She had the eyes of destiny
Did she look like my happiness?
Oh, did she look like my soul?
I picked her up, she was a woman
Women
With a pink F, F for flower
She changed my world
My life was completely enchanted by it.
Poetry sang in the air
I had a dollhouse
And in my heart burned my flame
Everything was beautiful, everything was woman
Women
With a magic F, F for fairy
She chained me up a hundred times a day
At the sweet post of his tenderness
My chains were braided with love
I was a martyr to his caresses
I was happy, was I infamous?
But I loved her, she was a woman
One day the shy and frail bird
Came to talk to me about freedom
She tore off his wings
The bird died with the summer
And that day was the tragedy
And yet she was a woman
But woman
With a gray F, fatality
At the moment of truth
There was a woman and a child
This child that I had remained
Against life, against time
I snuggled into my soul
And I understood that she was a woman
But woman
With a winged F
Get the hell out
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