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The woman who in my dreams loves me,
She's a strange species on this earth
She's like no one else and her voice
Is so penetrating that there is no corner
Of my heart that doesn't tremble at the sound of her name
Her eyes look at me with tenderness
And her skin made of frost and auroras
She seems to be brought from another galaxy far away
Where she is the earth and I am her moon
The woman I love and she won't look at me
She is the mistress of all my poems