The glasses go like a salesman,
Who returns to mind his step;
The glasses are frank and honest,
For they produced sight in a window.
The central catch, a pair could dissolve
The paint of a lifetime in question.
Cross the crocodile river, cross the sea,
With such spectacular lenses.
Modern moderate men see further
Than the light of these ages.
Fellowship has arrived to make sights
And hearing is solved with the lenses.
Play with a pilgrimage, and wander to and fro,
Just like a sea of infinite variety.
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