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Oh, it is like my heart
Has been set free
From its cage of white
To skip across
The red, red fields of passion
So vulnerable to the golden arrows
Of the winged child
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Check out more of my poems here!
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Oh, it is like my heart
Has been set free
From its cage of white
To skip across
The red, red fields of passion
So vulnerable to the golden arrows
Of the winged child
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Check out more of my poems here!