My enviers have multiplied, O rose...
And I am alone like you,
The bees sting me after sucking my nectar!
How disgusting life is
When you embrace the butterflies
With your lush petals,
And the scent of their mouth’s sneaks
Through their panting breaths
To steal your joy!
I have given them everything I own,
And yet you see them still coveting
My very existence!
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