Once, somewhere in the twilight I thought I saw
A mystery woman of sorts, and
Oftimes have I seriously wondered still of her form
A vanishing shadow, her ethereal presence
Lingering as a phantasmal experience.
In the cool mists of the morn as Aurora she came
Wearing an enigmatic smile,this Nubian princess
Emerges from her slumber to mystify the world.
We know that the North wind blows out its fury
And the seasons change as do the leaves fall,
Yet the leopard does not change his spots,
So this mystery lady lives to flaunt her stuff,
In far away England on the streets of London.
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