I lost a bet
I paid the rent
I stole the show
I reached a bow
But I lost the war
I said the store
Was meek and fragile
And yet the day was happy
And the teeth always had a fight
The tenth was an eleventh
And the wind was never blight
But the day was lost
The aim a sandy firmament of the shore
For the light was at dawn
And I had lost the war
But the day is not done
And the terror refrains from the shadows
The world is a friend
And the winner will always pay his rent.
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