How quick
you turn away from me.
In the blink
of an eye,
All our
memories deleted
From your
memory
And does
your face fall
From a gift
you saw not taken?
Had I truly
stored up so little
In our
account together?
Well then, be
angry at me
If you are
hungry to be right.
I promise never
To appraise
your account different.
But your
brother over there,
Leave him be
from our quarrel;
Or you will
have sold your account
To the beast
at the door.
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