The Gods Bracelet
The waves and trees rushing
Through the mountains the winds traveled
She could bear no more
For they screamed the undying
It was told to keep shut
But her eyes were unwilling
The curiosity had to be cut
Pandora gave her wits another go
As she opened the box once more
Sense of relief with an ease of a blow
As she became satisfied evermore
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