With your mauve
Pillow.
And your laddered tights
With your neat
Covers.
And your midnight
Eyes.
With your sisters in
The suburbs.
With your ballerina's
Grace.
You smile and
I am blessed.
You laugh and
I am possessed.
You climb
The clouds caress.
Yes, I am blessed.
Yes, I am blessed.
With your grey
Denim.
And your hostile(?)
life.
With your teeth
Missing.
And you mystic eyes.
With your tenderness
And trouble.
With your son
Against your breast.
You smile and
I am blessed.
You laugh and
I am possessed.
You climb
The clouds caress.
Yes, I am blessed.
Yes, I am blessed.
You smile and
I am blessed.
You lie and
I am dust.
And you ride
London's wilderness.
Yes, I am blessed.
Yes, I am blessed.
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