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I know that you wish me ill
Call it, call it what you will
Create euphemisms of
Jealousy, and name it love

Think I’m to your presence blind
Think your essence hide behind
Some other old enemy
Devil me previously

All dressed up in a corsage
Poesy won’t camouflage
Underneath the prose you’re bent
On less wonderful intent

Sooth to say and sooth to tell
I know, I know this as well
Need not much myself defend
Such seeds body their own end

Of your kind I’ve seen a few
Most much scarier than you
Think you are taking on a fool?
Learned in a magical school

Greater than, obviously,
Any school attended ye,
Either to grow magically
Or to compose poetry

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