My Finery

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Every now and then when the weight of my gilded finery,

Turns to be much more than millinery and be excessively weighty to bear ,

I steal away and bow and confide my all my care,

To one who can ease all the complexities of my affairs and hear my cries,

In ease do I then arise,

He then assures me that my step does not falter,

for a fate that I cannot alter.

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