Your arms are my home,

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into your eyes I roam
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transparent
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the healing you do
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you’re so modest
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you never miss a beat
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and yet you may feel that you are incomplete
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how????????
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if your beam
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frees me from disbelief
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a warrior women.
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Head chief.