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What fine and privileged eyes are these

Convex or concave, I know neither

I merely smile, sigh, and say please

What fine and privileged eyes are these

                                                I must be blind

What fine and privileged ears are these

Bach or Beethoven, I know neither

I merely smile, sigh, and say please

What fine and privileged ears are these

                                                I must be deaf

What fine and privileged hands are these

Cotton or cashmere, I know neither

I merely smile, sigh, and say please

What fine and privileged hands are these

                                                I must be anaptic

Why look at them? They don’t look at me

Why listen to them?  I doubt their cognition

Why reach out? They want to be let be

But, is this real or convenient imagination

                                                I must be dead