The ruby red cardinal
through my heart sends a lance
but the poor brown sparrow
stands not a chance..
not a chance…
The cardinal’s desultory beauty
holds me in a trance
while the quiet little sparrow
suffers but a passing glance..
With what pretty speech we say
all that glitters is not gold
even as our roving eyes do betray
it is so…
it is so…
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