Above a beating flame
I try and try to figure
But it will never be the same
If the universe should conspire
To choose a left from right
Or between an obvious fire
And a subtle pondering night
When it's all like a game
Each roll of dice or punches
Was never meant to be the same
And so with each new morning
Within my beating chest
I pray to see you smile again
And let the rain do the rest
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