Set me free

There lived this boy
In her heart,

He speaks of freedom
He speaks of courage
As she looks at him
With only so much love

He was kind
He was loved
And he too,
Had returned it

"Set me free"
He said one day

There lived this boy
In her heart,
She felt it stopped
As he goes away.

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