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HOUSE OF GLASS
How much more, do tell me, will you test this house,
This frail house that I for myself make of glass,
On her diamond fingers once how I made a ring of glass.
Hidden by the stormy waves there is a small island,
How long will it stand, oh my frail house of glass!
All that this shanty town needs is a sturdy, firm shelter,
To stop the storms looming against my frail house of glass!
How I watch out for stones, How scared I am of gales,
To save the walls and rooftops of my frail house of glass.
How could you be so cruel, testing my patience thus,
When, on your fingers too, is a ring made of glass.
