Look at this imposter, Hold them up high, In such regard, In such might, I must reply, What kind of history would they hide? An imposter so high, So kind and bright, Hopefully not shy, Can we reserve the honour of the night?Or will they flee the throne of the holy? What kind of treasure does it hold? Perhaps a mystery none can unfold. The Imposter of the night, Can they be so blind,or can they regard the deed with all might? Successfully we can determine and arrive,But gone is the dusk and no time to mine,I figure the imposter is no longer mine.
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