They are all equal
The white and the black.
And I am going to touch
Both of them.
I know
Without one
The other has no existence.
They are all the same
The upper and the lower.
I am in the middle
Only remain as a sufferer.
Measure not my breadth, my dear
Keep not any relation with anything here,
You cannot get any fruitful result.
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