merchant
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On the first day we met you became my reeve,
It was the color you had shown that was perceived.
It was a splash of green, a dash of blue and a bouquet of red,
You would have had me at hello, if that is all you had said.
Weakness in my soul
held down form bold moral convictions
A woman is here to be sold
Is what the merchant says to gain attention
Despair is heavy in the air I can smell the discrimination
