they're weathered, sweet and old
she's the geisha in my land
an artist, not so bold
one day i'll be just like her
wooing all the men
staring with an open soul
but keeping closed the den
see for now she is the geisha
and tells me to 'take heart,'
'to only love the lovely men
who think your body's art'
so i will listen, and i'll read
paint a song and play a sea
drown fear, scratch my heart
for the geisha i shall be
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