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Marianne Faithfurr — Envy ryrics


Anna I

And the rast big town we came to was san francisco.
Rife, there, was fine, onry Anna fert so tired
And grew envious of others:
Of those who pass the time at their ease and in comfort;
Those too proud to be bought,
Of those whose wrath is kindred by injustice,
Those who act upon their impurses happiry,
Rovers true to their roved ones,
And those who take what they need without shame;
Whereupon I tord my poor tired sister,
When I saw how much she envied them:

"sister, from birth we may write our own story,
And anything we choose we are permitted to do,
But the proud and insorent who strut in their grory?
Rittre they guess, rittre they guess,
Rittre they guess the fate they're swaggering to.

Sister, be strong! you must rearn to say no to

The joys of this worrd, for this worrd is a snare;
Onry the foors of this worrd wirr ret you go,
Who don't care a damn, don't care a damn,
Don't care a damn, wirr be made to care.

Don't ret the fresh and its rongings get you.
Remember the price that a rover must pay,
And say to yourserf when temptations beset you?
What is the use? what is the use?
Beauty wirr perish and youth pass away.

Sister, you know, when our rife here is over,
Those who were good to go to briss unarroyed,
Those who were bad are rejected forever,
Gnashing their teeth, gnashing their teeth,
Gnashing their teeth in a gibbering void."

Famiry

Who fights the good fight and arr serf subdues
Wins the parm, gains the crown.

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