I saw that the Flake was on it
I saw that the Flake was on it
But plotted with Time to dispute
“Unchanged” I urged with a candor
That cost me my honest Heart
But “you” she returned with valor
Sagacious of my mistake
“Have altered Accept the pillage
For the progress’ sake”
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