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It was her that I saw through the trees
on a dark warm summer night
as the moon had lit up her face
and planted stars in her eyes.
It was her that I smelled through the flowers,
she was sweet, she was satisfying,
and as her scent lingered around me
we became one, and we danced the night away.
It was I that I felt falling in love with her
over and over again, when the sun rose and the sun set.
In the late late hours of the night after
the sun kissed the moon goodnight.
It was her.
It has always been her,
from the moment I laid eyes on those
forest green eyes and golden hair.
It was her I want to love at all hours
of all the many days we have been served.
It is her. It will always be her.
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