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Your beauty is beyond compare
I look upon it and despair
With marble legs and eyes of emerald green

Your sneer is like a cold command
Your voice is soft like desert sand
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

@mbrubeck
He reads your passions in his sleep
And there's no hand that could mock or feed
The lifelessness when the sculptor calls your name, Jolene

@mbrubeck

But I can easily meet a man
Who comes to me from ancient lands
And shares a wreck of Ozymandias, king of kings.

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