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There comes a time

When man commits

Himself instead

Of gawking gaudy

Moral crimes

Even if offered up

By a society of eyes

Which praises skin

And stretching thin

Such men reject

This fleshy wish

For all the fish

In the see of seas

Instead you will find

An inward turning in

And a solemn mind

To forever bind

Yourself to these is kind

We were born to love

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