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Poker Face
I awake with the morning star,
Ere the sun, though it be not far,
Ere the chaos and demons of madness,
Ere my love and her attendant, Sadness,
And put a bluffer’s face on my poker day,
Dreams that hide my graces in play,
Marked with Psyche’s child-like brow,
I ask of my inner power’s now,
What’s this passion, what’s my song,
That waits until it’s too late to belong?
Though self-accusing said to me,
Another quest, another plea.
If you and I should fall in love,
We’d bring to the world the heavens above.
And if the gods play with loaded dice,
Then everything is worth the price.
Poker Face
I awake with the morning star,
Ere the sun, though it be not far,
Ere the chaos and demons of madness,
Ere my love and her attendant, Sadness,
And put a bluffer’s face on my poker day,
Dreams that hide my graces in play,
Marked with Psyche’s child-like brow,
I ask of my inner power’s now,
What’s this passion, what’s my song,
That waits until it’s too late to belong?
Though self-accusing said to me,
Another quest, another plea.
If you and I should fall in love,
We’d bring to the world the heavens above.
And if the gods play with loaded dice,
Then everything is worth the price.