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When a man loves a woman
He toils under the sun and rain that there may be fight between the pestle
When a man loves a woman
Her heart is a holy book a page of which nothing shall detache;
Her smile, a perfect substitute for the sun at a Misty dawn
When a man loves a woman
He pluck the sun with leprous fingers and spites the face of a gloomy night;
He blows off a wild fire with the saliva of compassion
And hide the moon behind
The curtain of his eyes
And when a man loves a woman
He dares to trek on the sea and fetch sand of treasure;
He weathers the storm of trials and makes a home for her where unity is a rain falling and falling without ceasing
