There was a wild woman in the garden - Birds on her head Neck-deep in dreams Knee-deep in mud. Laughing the winds down to whispers Her body shook the earth From the bottom of her feet Into life. Wrestling with the tyrants of the dark Her muscles tore to strings
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There was a wild woman in the garden - Birds on her head Neck-deep in dreams Knee-deep in mud. Laughing the winds down to whispers Her body shook the earth From the bottom of her feet Into life. Wrestling with the tyrants of the dark Her muscles tore to strings