After the fashion of the sight I was accepted,
In this legion of thoughts my sights remained;
I dreaded all women who faultlessly perspired,
Liking their talents and show, when there were cowards.
The meadows of the night sloped away,
There was no sign of trains or cars or toys;
Justice had a right, just men caused their frailty
To show once again, living this lie was accurate.
A lack of blackness had been sought,
The grayness shocked all men in polite view,
And their good opinions shone like the sun
And the stars of this wordy law.
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