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Aphrodite, Free Me!


Born in the foam 

A beauty unknown

Golden apple, a choice 

Lovely Lady hear my voice

A battle like Troy

My heart doth deploy

Self love I do seek

Please, goddess, help the weak

Paris loved Helen so

For that love my heart doth grow

Raging war for ten years

Aphrodite, dry my tears

Paris dead out of sight

Now I finally see the light

A twist in fate, doth she desire

A love alone she knew once prior 

Helen free from love at last

My heart rejoices in hope it cast 

Aphrodite now turned a friend 

A broken world they do amend

A chance for me to make anew

All this pain I can undo

The world is waiting for its hour

There’s no escape from woman power

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