Ray, fray!
Along the line;
With tears in the rain.
On, Bouillon!
Playing with the muse of love,
With the tears in the train.
Zone, one!
In the dark;
Tore, ore!
In the light;
Ignominy,
Pore, ore!
Of the parapgrase;
Ill, illusive!
Because of your wrong calculation.
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