Woman from Mars

My five pointed star

My lifelong scar

My terrible beauty so deep


My holy grail

My rusty nail

My seventh heaven, complete


My severed head

My consummate bed

My dilly-dallying retreat


My woman from Mars

Don’t drag me to war

With armour and medals replete


You have been my love

My hand in glove

With never a word so sweet 


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