If flowers never again should bloom
then drowsy whispers bespelled their doom
may tears of penitence flood the earth
so one should learn a woman's true worth
If i'm nevermore blessed with that voice
then i shatter my own ear drums by choice
and shed my skin in spiritual rebirth
so one should learn a true woman's worth
If, indeed, the phone line's gone dead
then one grows rocks where hearts are bred
while his youth longs for its days of mirth
left contemplating the truth of a woman's worth
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