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You may look but look in vain

For stores with such immense pane;

All other shops they do surpass

With their enormous lights of glass.

One night by chance through them we gazed

But we did quickly stand amazed;

Three moons they did beauteous glow,

And gleams so lovely they did throw.

But a still more wond’rous story:

Mid day showed three suns in glory;

At the sight we scarce could gaze,

So full of brilliancy the rays.

We had to curtain off the glory;

If you don’t believe this wond’rous story

Ask Editor of the Tribune

About this tale of sun and moon.

Which did bewilder McIntyre

Gazing on mighty orbs of fire;

Eclipsing the electric light

So brilliant in their glorious might.

Luminaries no more invade,

Excluded now by window shade;

Pray think that this is no intrusion,

This tale of optical illusion.