It’s cold and rainy up in this storm
The memory of her eyes is keeping me warm
Eyes burning like coals
Leaving beautiful scars across the soul
Scars like a holy vision
Of this lady Madonna slash lowly vixen
Who, with the grace and strength of a lioness
Brought me to my knees with her gentle caress
Now, out in this storm, cold and alone
My pain, my comfort, my memory of Simone
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