You know she's a shape-shifter
a gypsy, a drifter
She can lie beside a lion
and look like the meanest lamb
She can wade through the swiftest river
and not lose a breath
She's green in a meadow
and violent at high tide
She'll surround you like a gust of wind
and warm you like a summer sun
But she won't wait
that woman won't wait
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