I keep no secrets from the world
And list my days in rhymes.
No hidden treasures to behold,
Nor dark and ugly crimes.
I have enchanted many boys
And then I set them free,
My heart beats louder when I pause
From wallowing in grief.
I stay akin to lightning bolts,
Though walking on the ground.
And something still remains untold -
Because it's still unfound.
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