When a man rises he is an Angel,
how he becomes a Devil in his falls,
I wonder!
My wonder didn’t prolong,
I changed my dress for an outing,
and to dress my hairs,
with a comb in my hands,
when I saw the mirror,
my image smiled at me!
I placed the comb at its place,
I shall not go for the outing,
I am afraid many others will smile at me.

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