Jealousy is unfamiliar to me
Strange and foreign as tongues
It's teeth have struck
The fleshy underbelly
Of my heart and soul and slumber
What good is wisdom if beauty prevails
What use am I, simple wind in sails
A grain of salt, 'gainst sugar sweet
Let love twice fail and heaven wreak
Riddle this query just once more
Why are old pennies
Not picked from the floor
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