a coat of vermillion is all you could spare
with rice cakes a plenty adorning your hair
the bright silken sun was awash with desire
when, from Lincoln market, you spotted the Spire
Oh how will it end, this passage of prose?
It's not Prose, you fool, It's...
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with rice cakes a plenty adorning your hair
the bright silken sun was awash with desire
when, from Lincoln market, you spotted the Spire
Oh how will it end, this passage of prose?
It's not Prose, you fool, It's...