a later light reveals no horrid signs
fear to its old power is not yet restored
nor is the pain become its own reward
truth does not come defined in rigid lines
nor can fuzzy boundaries be ignored
a later light reveals no horrid signs
honour arrives to stiffen all our spines
our precious ox is not the one that's gored
nor can we justly claim to have been bored
a later light reveals no horrid signs
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