Kind of forgetting our times apart
Making a start on conversation
Our reserve holds the open heart
With broken bonds and boundaries
We play rounders in the park
Stark words of observation
We recall rising with the lark
Thus in the depth of darkness
We are sharper than the snark
Our Arkwright and their Harbuttle
Share dyestuffs for the fabrics ark
The star of the east is rising
Prizing out all colours, patterns
And persuasions; situations vacant
Statements from the bank, thank
Heavens for the brethren, and
The brotherhood, the mother
Who held you in her arms, her
Charms no less grounded, by being
Found out in the choice of distance
The voice that chose again to part
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