Crumbling hands, bones and blood will be gone
Something in a heart lives forever
Thousand words painted by love's broken stroke
Master and slave you were both
Eyes serving as our own mirror
Of passion and pleasure and pain
Costume and face of a story
Bearing that yesterday's stain
Mother of dreams who would dare to predict
Women would dream by your name
Restless the eagle still chained by the wing
Frida are you sleeping in peace?

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