The time before the cards were the rose petals

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It was like taking a rabbit out of a hat

And asking it to tell the time of

When the dream was a fairytale of magic

Or fantasy

And however you shuffled the cards

It was only played as the ace of hearts

But the deck was never the master as

Much as the game was the jester.

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