Afhgan Woman
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Afghan Woman, deemed a princess
Born a true blue thoroughbred,
Head a chiseled face of fables
Omen of no ill
Hills that spread around your chamber
Blooms that twine around your ears
Blossoms of the royalest texture
Angel of the years
Clad in sacks and scraps of linen
Living 'neath your water well
Praying that my youthy pauper's face
Will quench you well
Gazelle girl striding through your palace
Precious jewels nestle in your hair
Rameses born with a platinum future
Take my heart and care.
Born a true blue thoroughbred,
Head a chiseled face of fables
Omen of no ill
Hills that spread around your chamber
Blooms that twine around your ears
Blossoms of the royalest texture
Angel of the years
Clad in sacks and scraps of linen
Living 'neath your water well
Praying that my youthy pauper's face
Will quench you well
Gazelle girl striding through your palace
Precious jewels nestle in your hair
Rameses born with a platinum future
Take my heart and care.
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My People Were Fair and Had Sky in Their Hair... But Now They're Content to Wear Stars
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