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Anima Woman
From Buenos Aires to Bombay
Macao to Monterey
I see your face in the crowd
I see your light in the darkness
From Bali to Bahrain
Marrakesh to Angloulaime
I hear your voice whispering on the wind
Don't let me drift into the limbo of astral worlds
Let me still search for you in the jungles,
Mountains of Mother Earth
I am your saint
I am your song
I am your prince
I am your dance
I am your cup
I am your bowl
Maybe the window to your soul
Intoxicate my senses with your lovely magic spell
Hypnotize and mesmerize, where inner spirit dwell
Anima woman, you are my dream
Anima woman, what might have been
by Clive Stevens
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