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Woman On The Porch
The woman on the porch
Steals my attention, cool and quick
Thief of the night's sleep
Does me sweating in my hell
I cannot forget
For in her eyes I saw something
From love and ability
To such great compassion
As you rarely see
The woman on the veranda
Steals the daylight, dim and tired
Thief of the twilight
Evening falls on her
She will enslave me
For the fire will soon join her
Like a candle in the late hours
She makes them last longer
Set this junkie free
The woman on the porch
Steals my pride, so gentle and sweet
Thief of pride
I was once such a thief too
But then I ducked into the air
And I still heard her sigh
There on top of the tower
And lost in free fall
My great flight began
The woman on the veranda
Steals my love, hard and cruel
Thief of passion
Of which I know little
And now the small wound still hurts
Which I bandaged without a care in the world
With all hope for tomorrow
If she has saved me
Stand I'm back on the ground