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I’ve seen a Venus not of marble carvedBy some great sculptor’s hand in ancient Greece,Unearthed in a mutilated stateBy archaeologists in quest of ruinsAnd pedestaled in temple of fine art.The Venus I have seen was made of flesh,Of ordinary, living, human flesh,More beautiful than statue e’er could be.She stands behind a counter in a storeFrom morning until night dispensing wares—A living Venus at five dollars per.
I’ve seen a Venus not of marble carvedBy some great sculptor’s hand in ancient Greece,Unearthed in a mutilated stateBy archaeologists in quest of ruinsAnd pedestaled in temple of fine art.The Venus I have seen was made of flesh,Of ordinary, living, human flesh,More beautiful than statue e’er could be.She stands behind a counter in a storeFrom morning until night dispensing wares—A living Venus at five dollars per.
I’ve seen a Venus not of marble carvedBy some great sculptor’s hand in ancient Greece,Unearthed in a mutilated stateBy archaeologists in quest of ruinsAnd pedestaled in temple of fine art.
I’ve seen a Venus not of marble carved
By some great sculptor’s hand in ancient Greece,
Unearthed in a mutilated state
By archaeologists in quest of ruins
And pedestaled in temple of fine art.
The Venus I have seen was made of flesh,Of ordinary, living, human flesh,More beautiful than statue e’er could be.She stands behind a counter in a storeFrom morning until night dispensing wares—A living Venus at five dollars per.
The Venus I have seen was made of flesh,
Of ordinary, living, human flesh,
More beautiful than statue e’er could be.
She stands behind a counter in a store
From morning until night dispensing wares—
A living Venus at five dollars per.