There is a woman to desire I might say to you some day Pointing to a plain-looking girl With mousy hair not-quite fixed Glasses perched upon her nose A clutch of books upon her chest Look, I might say leaning forward How her mind pokes at the world Without ego to cloud its vision See how shyly she drops her eyes Unused to base men's attention Fearing that we might be mocking This world might not fall aghast At the sturdy boots of such a girl They may not value a curious mind Her tireless search for hidden truth But I might say to you that day There is a woman to desire
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