love of the flowing heart
and bleeding feet
walks in strange garbs
and when she knocks
we of the cautious intellect
and careful ways
ask a thousand questions
and slam doors shut
locked, in miserable penury
we cannot but cling
to the desperate hope
that somehow, someday
she will turn her steps back
she will find the way in
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and bleeding feet
walks in strange garbs
and when she knocks
we of the cautious intellect
and careful ways
ask a thousand questions
and slam doors shut
locked, in miserable penury
we cannot but cling
to the desperate hope
that somehow, someday
she will turn her steps back
she will find the way in
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