Inside black, outside white
Inside dull, outside bright
Inside wrong, outside right
Inside heavy, outside light

Outside love, inside spite
Impulse to run, instinct to fight
One observes not, this without fright
Or gloom to see one’s sorry plight.

And is bound to sorrow, tight
Often by those hidden from sight.
Opposing them needs unusual might
In order to rise to the true height

And see clearly in this misty night.

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