Hate took his place, eight or fifty for low could share plenty.
Ace was spade of clubs diamonds mistook the take.
Spin it or waste I been common to this place.
Green will change your face, red was shy when it was given grace; understanding that these could never replace that face.
I figured it out, the moon controls the the tides so why pout?
When the lows become for the afternoon spout dream or make it out.
Unwavering doubt is what it’s about knowing your free will never equate to any amount material, really..