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To Vanity

Vanity, why is your name
Imprinted on my soul?
Why has your game of fame,
Of jewelry of gold,
Of beauty to behold,
Become so firmly rooted in my brain
That I cannot control
The things that make me vain?

Will your siren's song insanity
Evermore deceive me?
Your screeching wail's profanity
Continue to bereave me?
Will you nevermore believe me,
But conceive in me your fantasy
Till the Light of truth shall leave me
Hidden in the fogginess of vanity
Evermore?

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