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Peridots shimmer in Jezebel's eyes,

Making little rainbows dance around her as she cries.

Emerald leaves harbinger another long summer,

throw a cloak of shadow on the doorway she stands under.

Once upon a time she wielded beauty like a sword.

The hearts of men were harps; she strummed along with every chord.

Other women marveled at those green eyes jealously.

their faces flushed from red -hot rage or pale pink impotency.

Envy is a green that glitters from her icy diamond heart-stone.

And her tears still turn to peridots when she weeps in bed alone.

Age threatens like a winter storm when the north wind cools;

summer is her mirror, set with pretty little green teardrop jewels.
 
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