The Lady
The lady blew into town
alone in the world she held out a hand
eyes like gems and a smell like land
some say she she is sin but others see
she is the purest indeed
shell take you on a trip you'll never forget
pulling you away to distant lands
one night with her and you will see
the lady will be all you'll ever need.
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