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A handbag is the heart of every girl
Who tries to keep a cure for every time
The lips grow pale and the hair's in a twirl
And the wayward parking lot needs a dime
A handbag is the art of female light
It is the final symbol of her sign
The colour must match; the shape must be right
The passing admirer must love her shine
A handbag is a woman in disguise
It breathes the inner scents of languid dreams
Where landscapes are perfect; wings soar the skies
And the quilt has invisible, mystic seams
A handbag is the fear of every male
Who longs to keep his own personal trail
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