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when gravel turns to air he who lacks care will be crushed between thick and thin when moral consciousness soon begins who will last and who will fold it wont take long for the unlucky to weep for their gambling chips are nothing to keep but roll the dice and you will see when you forget the odds you win every time.
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Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 1:10 PM UTC
forget the odds
when gravel turns to air he who lacks care will be crushed between thick and thin when moral consciousness soon begins who will last and who will fold it wont take long for the unlucky to weep for their gambling chips are nothing to keep but roll the dice and you will see when you forget the odds you win every time.
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Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 1:10 PM UTC
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