Artificial Day

Blockheads

Child I knew how to give
I forgot this virtue
Since I became civilized
As today is artificial
Every beautiful stone was a treasure to my eyes
Every tree that grew was a respected property
Now I corrupt with the White-man
In front of a painted landscape
Whose value is estimated in dollars

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