| Alex and Jonathan | Alexis |
|---|---|
| Black and silver Green and gold Fate says, "Touch But never hold." She cast in a Different mold; He the sheep lost From the fold-- He will thaw her Bitter cold And to her his Heart is sold. |
Wrapped in a cocoon Closed to love Cautious of heart Bold of spirit Streak of iron In her will-- She will fall And she will fly And triumph. |
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