Luck
Why a thought to what else
zero will rise there will be none
never stop when half is won
the pot sits there
guarded by a walls
going in circles which spiral and fall
the man will win
it’s no contest
hope will haunt you it never rests
Why a thought to what else
zero will rise there will be none
never stop when half is won
the pot sits there
guarded by a walls
going in circles which spiral and fall
the man will win
it’s no contest
hope will haunt you it never rests
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