Fish Tank
There's gold in the letters that you wrote to me
Precious in a way that King Midas could see
Now I'm forced to live like a fish with no sea
Imprisoned by the tank that you purchased for me
Beautiful like a butterfly
Sting me like a bee
Here for your satisfaction whenever you need
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