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There is a picket fence outside my palace
It’s white, it never fades,
And a mote can’t compare.
There are never bold intruders
That would even dare
Pull at the lock.

Covered with bronze colored rust
Clasped to the wooden gate,
Never has it been snatched
Not even a bitter raindrop
Can cause it to unlatch;
It will never fail.

People snicker,
Call it foolish;
I pity these jesters,
For they do not value
Any of the golden treasures
Their palaces possess.



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