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I saw a bride splendid in white garmentsI saw a woman with one hundred children The children plump and firm within her arms,
The moon was married last nightand nobody saw,dressed up in her ghostly dressfor the summer ball.
What do we do with a difference?Do we stand and discuss its oddityor do we ignore it?
Do we shut our eyes to itor poke it with a stick?Do we clobber it to death?