Did you like my little
talk about how
evil persists
did I trap a little
weak sunshine from
in the midst of the mists
here’s the secret
that’s no secret
I am hardly satisfied
I ran out of fingers
long ago to
Count how many lied
I think I know
what evil is but
mix it up on sight
just to find I’m getting
shown a fancy city
from a great height
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