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You see I am vanity personified.
I'm a finger of the Devil's pride.
I am the Devil tried.
The Devil's Fool you are,
No matter how you shout
Your avowals to start again.
The Devil you acquires
With vain conceits that steadily eat your soul
As worms quilt the body's fodder which is your end.
Unless you realise in heart and mind that as you are
You're the Devil's coal ready to burn to ash ...
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