Night and Trinity

One is half, one is not.

Half is cold, three is hot.

The first passing quickly,

As thieves do there too,

And thieves are these three,

One having but two,

In a time to decide

What to take, or deny.

So half is their plunder,

Under cover of darkness, thunder,

Each other.

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