You have a woman here, one made of stone
You made her for yourself
You piled her up, made a stone face
Stone fingers and eyes
There's no room beside her for another woman
A live and breathing one
It makes me sad to see you have made a woman
Out of rocks and wood,
Grasses and tree bark
To lie beside you, beside you
There's no room beside her for another woman
A live and breathing one
There's no room beside her for another woman
A live and breathing one
I made that stone woman
For you to see me and say:
"I am here, I am here..."
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