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Bounded

Once he admired me far away.

Then once bounded in gold and silver, his love cast an ominous shadow.

The tell-tale signs where there,

Once a butterfly is captured her color withers.

Is love so grand?

Versus freedom that is great.

The poets and the musicians who rejoice in love,

End up writing about the loss of heartbreak that comes to us all.

Lady of Shallot

 

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