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Vanity

Her twine and thin braids of hair
Dangle farther from her head
Her beauty and reflecting smile
Are much more preferred instead

The desiring follow after her
And the jealous ones talk with envious pain
She greets you with short remarks of play
While her words are soaked in vain

She cradles the eyes that trail after her
Though they never seem to sleep
And the splendor steps she makes in the warm sun shone sand
Are never quit so deep

The fanes, the coy faces, the ember dreams
Float over her with pleasant sight
And it wouldn’t be so hard on her
If she wasn’t so easily liked

Though the famine of every single eye
That she swims in to collect their pain
I always notice that her stunning style
Is always bleached with a heartbroken stain

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