Aside

Queen of Hearts

He picked me up at sunset
He let me drive him wild
Feelings on fire; Alive
I laid out all my cards
Upon the empty table
He wanted all but one
The queen of hearts
Lonely woman she was
A priceless card
A worthy prize
Too young he was to realize
None of the cards he picked
Would ever belong to him
Without first protecting the queen
The queen of hearts

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