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GOLD

You wanted a woman made of brass,

but I was made of gold,

and something of my purity

didn’t fit the mould.

Every time you looked at me,

your reflection flamed so bright

a golden man locked up so long

he’s wounded by the light.

Yet when his tears again flow free

an angel has foretold

they’ll cleanse him of his agony

and heal your heart of gold.


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