PLAY
Quiet mind
Racing thoughts
Life's but a game of chess
Losing sleep
In the starry night
A lot to love
A few to loathe
Hey, keep your wits about
A lot to love
A few to loathe
Tired eyes
Brains aflame
Ready to make a move I say
The king is safe
The pawns stand by
A lot to love
A few to loathe
Hey, keep your wits about
A lot to love
A few to loathe
Victory's real
Failure looms
The will to play I must applaud
For if you try
Then you will see
A lot to love
A few to loathe
Hey, keep your wits about
A lot to love
A few to loathe
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