I challenged one to see
The fortune that she had,
But she just looked at me
As if I’d gone quite mad.
“My life’s a mess,” she said
And seemed about to cry.
And then she hung her head
And wished that she would die.
I told her how it was:
Not even dreadful death
Would end her life because
Not once had she drawn breath
And added, “What you are
Outshines the brightest star.”
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