My soul belongs to poetry
To all such beauty of thought
To the great imagination of humanity
To the soul and passion, it holds
The warmth and the wonder
Of creation and true being
My soul belongs to poetry
Wishes for a storied end
To be the hero of this tale
Rather than a villain of a piece
Soon to be forgotten
Is that not what all we wish
To be thought of fondly
To be loved and admired
A heart in solitude
Is but a bird in a cage
All such beauty
Never to be set free
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