Monday, March 28, 2011
Sting-Shape of My Heart
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 crads to find the answer The sacred geometry of chance The hidden loaw of a probable outcome The numbers lead a dance I know that the spades are swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart He may play the jack of diamonds
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