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As an ornament do they adorn me,
In glittering, colourful cases,
sometimes kissing me.

In their celebrations they recite me,
In disputes they swear by me,
On dusty shelves do they keep me
Till another celebration or dispute,
when they need me.

Yes, they do sometimes read me
and memorize me,
Yet only an ornament am I.

My message lies neglected,
my treasure untouched,
The field lies bare,
where blossomed once true glory.

Wrong is the treatment
that I so often receive,
So much to give have I,
but none is there to perceive.