If I offered to share with you everything that is mine,
would you just sit and stare; accusing me of being sublime?,
heart of ice with eyes of steel,
questioning every single thing that I feel.
Why do you slate me,
when I tell a joke?,
for what purpose is that look in your eye,
you'd much rather I choke.
If I gave you my world,
would you throw it away?,
with swirling clouds unfurled,
spirit of envy is here to stay.
So I'll sing you a song,
of the beauty of the dawn,
and how we both new all along,
you've felt envy since I was born.
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