</>I'm digesting the ear shell
And your life is digesting you
bitterly, sourly.
It would be my pity i could not find a hope after looking for it amongst ruins
There are one or two coins inside your hands, and they 're
your hope.
I play one round of Poker with you
Turn over the last card and read it through
there are red Hearts
You win the game, my dear beggar..
But you still lose the life.
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