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Blame God for your state
He's made you like a goldfish
which though seeks and seeks
finds no hiding place
Dainty lips that gently part
to display dazzling teeth
eyes like fiery pearls
that shines in the dark
Pilgrims would trade
your hair-strand for their faith
and keep it till death
like a gold thread.
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