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When the Lady died, you cried and cried,
but she was not really a saint, though
you treated her so, and when the true saint
died in time nearby, there was little weeping
and no pomp and silly circumstance for her.
But then she was quite old and wont
to love the poor....
And when the Prince expired alone and
untethered, you wailed and mourned--
but why was your grief?
You did not know him, he did not know himself.
Why do you seek false gods
to follow and vainly worship,
and not seek out the One
who made you before time?
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