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May 2013
You had the key to set me free
So you opened up my chest to see

The heart that loved you pounding
Red and blue and very sad sounding

For though you opened up the chest
My heart you left inside to rest

As a small silver box
Still covered in locks

But never opened it rusted old
Till naught was left but purest gold
Robert Fox
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Robert Fox  Olympia Wa
(Olympia Wa)   
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