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Whenever I see a woman
I see a trait of mine in her.
The same question without answer
That fills her with anger
Whenever I see a woman
I see a trait of mine in her face.
I see sadness, self-pity and nothing else
Whenever I see a woman,
I see a trait of mine in her eyes
This is clear though she tries
To hide her weakness but denies
Whenever I see a woman,
I see a trait of mine in her gait
Walking proudly towards her fate,
Then I understand that nothing is innate