Despair. Like a glass slipper, it fits me well.
I walk about, a fool to myself
And a stranger to all else.
No sadder fate than this.
If I had but one smile to give
To those who loved me,
I would gladly trade it for a tear
To give myself.
The rose, too, has a sad fate.
But at least the rose approaches it
With beauty to mask its face.
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