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Carrefour

A slippery stride there always is, Where right and wrong confounding meet; And one for the other you'll mistake, Try hard as you may to be discreet. The former fogged by doubts, You'll betimes sprain for trifling sense; And the latter's guise lamb-skinned Often sits upon the dazzling fence. Titanic ills spring someplace betwixt Ages' two polar extremes above: One akin to the other bemusing looms, The darker winged like virgin dove. The lighter-hued unassuming chaste, Bestows fastest sprinters to odd ease Her more outgoing nemesis affords; Bartering quickest kudos for priciest peace.

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