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I WONDER how it happens
I was made
A foe of agate
And a friend of jade,

Yet have become,
Unwisely I'm afraid,
The friend of agate
And the foe of jade—

So that I wish, by dying,
To be made
Careless of agate,
Careless of jade.
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