Pride

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O, what is pride

That we holdeth onto it.


‘Tis as dew naked in the sunlight,

A beautified bouquet, fresh trim’d,

A flame flickering in the roaring rain..


A mere feeble flamboyance;

That withers as swiftly as breeze through our fingers..


O, what is pride

That we holdeth onto it.
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