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Eye
spotted her standing 'side the street
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The
make of mistress any man would kill to meet
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Those
slender, shining eyes home in upon mine own
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How
can this goddess be mere flesh and bone?
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The
man standing 'skew to me holds a camera out
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She
becomes a posing cat, and she throws herself about
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I
hear a Click! Flash! With every move she makes
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Poetry
in motion with every step she takes
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I'm
seeing spots...the blinding light, it glares
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Vertigo
and beauty have caught me unawares
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I'm
squinting forward, but my eyes are working fine
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Yet
the image blurs... it's my mind that's running blind
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I
want to be in love with this image of lust and wealth
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But
she's already taken...by the image of herself
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