Those cards made to perfect circles
Were laid to overcome certain hurdles,
But were never mine to play.
Yet there they were, displayed on the table
All under my name, the one you would say
When the dizzy night called upon it.
I cannot recall whether the fate was fixed
By a slopping pendulum that swung through time
Or if the odds just made it all seem odder
And uneven beats left one's teeth against another's,
But I've grown up playing the ebony keys,
And tonight I was singing something darker in between.
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