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You see it gets to me
This bitterness rising like bile
Engulfing the centre, gripping
Positive turns negative with cajoling
Faith is barely held by hoping
That fate has kept us each a path
Though this blinding wrath
Prevents from seeing
A rose and its fragrance
Water, pure, colorlessly delicious
The sunrise, pregnant, auspicious
But like fading blanket of Night proceeds
Upon its sighting of dawn, to concede
So also this envy recedes
With sowing of contentment seed
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