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Your home is a sight to behold

It shines with a thousand lights

And you dress like a super model every day

But you married for wealth, not for love

Though you live in a grand palace

You’re only a dove in a filthy cage.

Neighbors think you’re happy

And free from care,

You’re not, though you seem to be

It’s sad when I think of your wasted life,

For youth cannot mate with age

And your beauty was sold

For an old man’s gold.

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