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The Guilt

another win, another treasure,
another 1st, another pleasure

one more thing to soon forget,
one more ribbon with marked regret

they ask me why I do not smile,
why I look like my tongue tastes bile

they do not know why I frown,
they do not see my looking down

I cannot bear that I bring failure,
not of me, but of my tailer. 

that as I love to see in blue,
only red is seen by you.

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