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You see my faults neglect my virtues,
What a love style you invent to disgrace,
Between love and hate what to choose,
Or with the second love you to embrace.
I call all cute girls man’s nose iron ring,
That compels to make dance with a jerk,
Even when an old beau goes with swing,
In the wish cage breaks her mighty perk.
People see faults like the shining stars,
Virtue like fixed planets may not be seen,
Those control all lucks as tiger the bars,
As pretty girls collect the spreading glean.
Love me or not but do not reject my will,
Your beauty adds charm to my writing skill.
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