The cards on the table
never spoke kindly to him,
night after night they dealt
to him a dud hand so that
he just let them lie where
they fell and waited for
the waning of the moon.
NOT BOUND BY THE HAND
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The cards on the table
never spoke kindly to him,
night after night they dealt
to him a dud hand so that
he just let them lie where
they fell and waited for
the waning of the moon.