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The best kinds of games, of all the games, are the games that are played by two
Which is why I find, I'm of a mind, to leave this here for you:
Sometimes it is a burden
Which is when we hate it so
Sometimes it is salvation
From which creation flows
The subtle way it makes us stay
Is the illusion time creates
At times we find, we'll lose our minds
If the past does not abate
The realm on which it has no sway
Is the path still yet untraveled
I often find to my dismay
That faith has come unraveled
Don't let it play such tricks on you
I know you are it's better
To misplace it is an ugly thing
A self inflicted fetter
Which is why I find, I'm of a mind, to leave this here for you:
Sometimes it is a burden
Which is when we hate it so
Sometimes it is salvation
From which creation flows
The subtle way it makes us stay
Is the illusion time creates
At times we find, we'll lose our minds
If the past does not abate
The realm on which it has no sway
Is the path still yet untraveled
I often find to my dismay
That faith has come unraveled
Don't let it play such tricks on you
I know you are it's better
To misplace it is an ugly thing
A self inflicted fetter