Nails of black, tap
At a well used board of keys;
The substitute for trees and ink.
Let the screen of light proclaim
The ponderings of a well used brain.
The action is not lost in misery
The philosophy claims it true;
Why make black the nails,
If not because it looks good too?
Exaggerate a perfect life
Into a world of pain;
It is not right, and it
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