I feel, that I cannot feel, the pain
And all my care itself employs.
That to preserve which me distroys.
And wanting where it is spite to try
Has made me live to let me die.
"If I say' I will forget my complaint,
I will put off my sad face and wear a smile" of paint.
Which knowledge forces me to know
that vanity is lifes regal show.
Circumstances are perpetually by and by
And "love" (agape) is the greatest high.
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Submission Name: Vanity
