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With your sheets
like metal and your belt like lace,
And your deck of
cards missing the jack and the ace,
And your basement
clothes and your hollow face,
Who among them can
think he could outguess you?
With your
silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes
where the moonlight swims,
And your match-book
songs and your gypsy hymns,
Who among them
would try to impress you?
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