Our first real thought was a woman
At least that's how they imagined her
Emerging from the primordial mind
You could feel her thinking about you
When you approached her shrine
But you can still find her in the streets
Every now and then a woman
Sailing like a vision in the crowd
Striding fearless toward some
New adventure can't you see
It in her musical eyes
Someone who knows
Who she is having considered
Everyone else and asking you
To do the same thoughtfully
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