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He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers need to dance
I know that the space are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds need money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of space
He may conceal a king in his hand
While a memory of it fades
For those who speak no nothing
Find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck
In too many places
For those who fear loss
I know that the space are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds need money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape
The shape of my heart
