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They say the world I walk is tainted gray
My footsteps reek of shadows; good or ill
They say I do not care. Keep pity at bay
The tide of meddlesome life is for me still.
They say I deal, and know not of what play
I can or cannot do. No bounds, no line
Of humanity. Strange though such accusals may
Be, since the prize so gained is never taken mine.
Through the hollow slinking alleyway
Of humanity, there is but one I hide
In front- for it is one I keep away
And shade so love at least may safe reside.
The world I walk is tinted wild with gray
Though deal I do, you I cannot pay.