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She is a woman

She is a woman
She wants to throw her hair into a gentle wind
Watch the butterflies play with it.

She wants to look up
See a constellation of distant stars.

She wants to sing
Swing in the air.

She wants to walk amongst flowers.
Smell the fragrance of life.

She wants to ride in the cloud
Feel the comfort of heavenly waters.

She wants to have fun
Laugh with her whole soul.

She wants to console the world
Wipe the tears of many.

She wants to take a portrait
Share it with Venus.

She wants to understand the universe
Study it like everyone else.

She is a woman
Let her be a woman.

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