The first woman I loved, he
said--
Her skin was satin and gold.
The next woman I loved, he
said--
Her skin was satin and gold.
The third woman I loved, he
said--
Was made in a different mold.
She was deeper than me, and
said so;
She was stronger than me, and
said so;
She was wiser than me, and
proved it;
I shivered, and grew cold.
The fourth woman I loved, he
said--
Her skin was satin and gold.
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