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Black is black and that is that
And basically I have gone to bat
For many things and yet I bring
Not one new thing for me to sing
Of Love nor Hate though I abate
From all emotion leading to my fate
Here I rhyme and in time
You accuse me of a crime
Sit and hear, my dear, my fear
For now I readily shed a tear
For future days which lay in haze
Because I'm left here in this maze