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Hour after hour the cards were fairly shuffled And fairly dealt, but still I got no hand; The morning came, and with a mind unruffled I only said, "I do not understand."
Life is a game of whist. From unseen sources The cards are shuffled and the hands are dealt; Blind are our efforts to control the forces That, though unseen, are no less strongly felt.
I do not like the way the cards are shuffled, But yet I like the game and want to play; And through the long, long night will I, unruffled, Play what I get until the break of day. |
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