In the village where I usually stroll along in its streets and live
An ominous plot against me is put into high contrive
These villagers do not like whoever is not rich as their vague glamour
They hold deep rancor to whoever does not march and sing their tunes and hummer
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I agree, it is a sad village in which you live. Perhaps poetry offers some solace. I offer you mine to comfort you. Adeline