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GUIDO Am I to be welcomed merely for the sake of my gems You were more gracious you were more beautifully like your lovely name on the fortunate day that I first encountered you only six weeks ago and only yonder where the path crosses the highway But now that I esteem myself your friend you greet me like a stranger You do not even invite me into your garden I much prefer the manner in which you told me the way to the inn when I was an unknown passer by And yet your pennant promised greeting