And I find you rightly freezed
Into the cold embrace of poor shame,
Your riches gone but not your fame.
It is scary what has happened to you
And it causes me to work anew
On my strategies of noble life
When I'm someone's daughter, someone's wife.
Are you suffering? Are your resources so depleted
That you rejoice in secret as riches are fleeted?
Your determination is laudable,
As you build your gold again.
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