I need an aid, but I find no shade.
There's no time, but I got to reach my prime.
I have the sight, but no light.
My value is weighed, but I'm unused for a decade.
I can climb, but would not rhyme.
I'm fit to indite, but everyone is quiet.
If I braid, they'll degrade.
Let me trade, and they'll surely invade.
When I cite, nobody will incite.
And when I persuade, no one will upgrade.
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