It all depends
On adjustment.
And what is that
Let us try to know
With all calculations
Of giving and take.
And I give words
To you men.
And I take everything
That belongs to you.
And on it
I give color,
Black and white.
Though, I have
Nothing and I
Know nothing.
All for
Front windows.
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