Where light and darkness cease to be
There sit upon their sofas three
Our trio painted every gray
But with no exit from their play
They sit sometimes in reverie
In quiet, loathing what they see
At other times they shut their eyes
And tell each other courteous lies
But in their room there is no sleep
So courteous lies become too steep
For even blind men to believe
Who given time are undeceived
And since here time hath said farewell
Then surely others must be hell
So drop the spade, you've dug the hole
If others live within your soul
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