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The dealer

 

Darken a deal oh player of cards

deal your deciet upon

lightened hearts

warmed with the glove of a soul

coaled to dim

darken a player on wing before whim

set to the hand of a deck

doomed to death

fold to the master of doom and neglect

 

Womans curse:

 

Sweet fruits betray the blood of a woman

branding her to Red

Her cry bends her to an infancy far

beyond the eye of man

Bleed her form her pride

stirke her to a fault she does not fall to womans curse

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