It was their own chosen fate
The watchful almost fleshy gods
To start with beauty
Their endless story
They had suffered so
But it all came back to them
In the body of a young girl
Happy as a field of flowers
Who wandered into town
Searching for a boy from hell
Some Hercules or Hades
She could love and hate
Sharpen her courage on
That beauty have her hour
Though all her shrines are gone
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