In all human time
there is but one rhyme.
The Crowd They say the well
holds the lush hell
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Something caught my eye
maybe the center of a pie
or the loose knit of a tie
yet, as big as a black sky. Oh! it could have been
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Oh! they stood at rest
caught up in the test
not to pick the best
but to hold the red nest. Yes, two men
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