Kindness is golden,
But blindness has its merits too.
A way of turning the colour red,
Into the colour blue.
When no tears are shed for a cousin,
Then perhaps none are shed for you.
The dull end turns sharp,
In professional hands.
And the bulls have hid china,
In congressional sands.
The baggage of a harpist,
Left off stage.
The words of an artist,
Defending a cage.
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