Finery, dowry, money, gold;
To women they resembled,
Dark make-up, hair make over,
Worldly lures tame to never.
Cautious on flesh unworthy,
Each hidden simplicity,
To extraordinary;
The yonder one who happy.
A few are much confident,
Share graces and such talent
Simplicity do not sucks;
Pretenders left behind mocks.
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