Glass of hearts
She sells her heart among a glass full of pistols
A wonderous being at flight
Her lover profound her a marvelous young visol
Yet led deep into the night
So here she lay
Heart in her hand
Pistol at her sway
A longing creature tonight
And with that bullet may her heart drop to heaven
To be ravished in never ending light




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