Words are empty and voices are lost,
When the mind is deserted,
And the the coin has been tossed
Gambled your prethought life away,
To a futile whim, and a shallow grave
Fortune favors those with the key,
That has been given to them, though never recieved
Locked is the meaning, and empty the chest
But who am I to tell you the rest
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