Seen each card in this hand
So give me another five
Can't imagine much luck coming
but I have to try you understand
merely a hook where my hat's hung
what's left beyond to strive and strive
or mooch around this shill I'm slumming
look askance at my lute loose strung
remember the day of the green band?
for me three more to five
not going anywhere, alive
So pray keep wound this slender strand
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