She (JCH -- 4/91)
She has the world in a bottle
And the stars dance for her glory.
The sea is under her mercy
And the sun envies her beauty.

She is the melody each bird sings in the morning
She is the warmth on my face each afternoon
She is the moon that is my guide at night
She is the one that turns the wicked sea still
She is the one that makes my heart bleed
She is the one I dream of

She's the one that drives you crazy

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