Although I could not keep her as my lover 
I'm happy that she was. 
And tho I know I'll never get her in my power 
She is, somehow, because 
     She's the one I can't forget, 
     The one I still long for: 
     She's a pristine holy priestess, 
     She's a golden-hearted whore, 
     She's an archetypal fantasy, 
     She's a woman whom I know. 
          But please do not confuse me now 
          By asking what is real; 
          I can't help what I feel. 
 
And I know I'll have to settle for some real girl, 
One who will not be like her, 
But tho I try to return to the real world 
I spin in where we were 
     She's the one I can't forget 
     The one the world is worth, 
     She's a famous fairy princess' 
     She's the mother of the earth. 
     She's just somebody special, 
     One more accident of birth. 
          Perhaps I should forget her  
          And let the damage heal 
          And not feel what I feel. 
 
               But all I've got to give her is the promise 
               That I will not forget what she was like 
               And as long as I remember that about her 
               I'll always have her with me in the night. 
 
And I could say it is you who are all women, 
But you know well all women will not do, 
Yet can I deny the passion of the moment 
When I know well all women are only you. 
     You're the one I can't forget 
     The one I can't replace 
     That missing other part of me 
     You're the daughter of the race, 
     You're just another god, like me, 
     And I worship at your face. 
          But all that really matters now 
          Is that you know it's real-- 
          I do feel what I feel.

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Although I could not keep her as my lover 

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I'm happy that she was. 

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And tho I know I'll never get her in my power 

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She is, somehow, because 

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     She's the one I can't forget, 

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     The one I still long for: 

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     She's a pristine holy priestess, 

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     She's a golden-hearted whore, 

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     She's an archetypal fantasy, 

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     She's a woman whom I know. 

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          But please do not confuse me now 

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          By asking what is real; 

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          I can't help what I feel.  

 
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               But all I've got to give her is the promise 

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               That I will not forget what she was like 

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               And as long as I remember that about her 

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               I'll always have her with me in the night.