Blackness, darkness, dark as night,
Fighting against darkness is a losing fight,
And being stuck in the middle is a sad, sad plight.
For its hard to beat an enemy you don't see,
A foe, unknown to you or me.
If you try too hard, you'll need to bail,
But if you don't try at all, you'll surely. fail.
So fight against the dark, dark as night,
But don't wear yourself out,
It's a losing fight.
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Expressions of a poor man
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