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Her ligaments total six, but she has a head of only one.
Her figure disgusts quite many, they see her figure and run.
She comes along, and watches from afar, giving some anxiety.
But to me she runs close with a gift, sheโs a woman of propriety.
A bundle of food, in her hand, she plops it on the floor quite gently,
I pick it up and savor it, then stare at her intently.
I want to give her gifts as well, but I know not what she desires.
So Iโm left to watch her golden hair, which waves in the wind as she retires.
She leaves for hours, I know not where, but she always returns with a gallop.
She walks on threes, on through the trees, and gives more food in dallops.
The woman of life, the woman of love, I know not what you desire,
But I would move mountains, kill piles of men, all just to see your face by my campfire."