He was angry with his brother
Whose beauty was brighter
So he watered a wreath of wrath
In libation of tears from Cocytus
And grew trees that bore fruits
That he held high triumphantly
To the sun that shone it brightly.
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He was angry with his brother
Whose beauty was brighter
So he watered a wreath of wrath
In libation of tears from Cocytus
And grew trees that bore fruits
That he held high triumphantly
To the sun that shone it brightly.
Listen, World 🌏 ⭐️🧚♀️ 
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