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She is the Radiant Delight
Quick to heat up
At the touch
Of her Magic Lover
Touch, touch
And she swoons
Like a feather
Falling down,
Down
Oh but he had raised her up
To the sun
She is all value
But my God
Why has he jumped up from the bed
And leaving her there all alone
To face herself
In despair?

Irwin R. Shaw - Jan 14th 1982