Dice roll across the glitter table,
tumbling, running every which way,
never knowing when they'll stop.
Cards dealt on the green,
snapping with the turn,
never knowing what will come up.
Slots flash their symbols by,
clinking with the roll,
never knowing what will show.
Everything is just a game,
a game of chance,
a chance at love,
a chance at success,
a chance for a win.
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