Exeunt The Vain Thane of Fife

Turn a blind eye
Ducklings in a row
Such a bright spark
Look at it glow

Let me in
On some of all of those nasty professions that go the primrose road
To the tip of the everlasting bonfire
The labour we delight in physics pain
And labour does a door as well

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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