The woman who lost my soul for me
Says how she sailed it on the seven seas
To find it tied right to the mast again
She who sank my ship from its soul
Then fished it out of the glowing fish bowl
Reel it in with the strength of seven men
The woman who spoke with my own tongue
Says she licked the mirror as it hung
So she could know what I would taste in her
She whose mind curled round my hand
She who swims on my dry land
She who knows the color of my fur
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