A heart
of shattered gold
That paste itself back together
Pulled away from broken tether
And created freedom from locks
In white he glides
Throughout the night
In search of his stolen jewel
But to each lost
They are renewed
A catch to the care-free life of crime
For gold is one that cannot spoil
Die
Nor weather
Yet 'tis fragile to the touch
'tis the heart of gold
Under the white top hat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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