The hand you are dealt is determinism;
the way you play it is free will.
The dealt hand, life's capricious game,
A deck of fate, a whispered name.
With cards of joy, and cards of pain,
A shuffling world, a constant strain.
The Ace of Hearts, a love so true,
The King of Spades, a shadowed hue.
A Queen of Diamonds, bright and bold,
A Jack of Clubs, a story told.
Each turn, a choice, a risk to take,
A whispered hope, a silent wake.
The Joker wild, a twist unseen,
A sudden turn, a life serene.
The hand you're dealt, a fate you bear,
A silent pact, beyond compare.
To play the game, with heart and might,
And face the odds, both day and night.
The Queen of sorrow, tears may fall,
The King of triumph, answers all.
The Ace of courage, stands so tall,
A whispered prayer, answering all.
So play your hand, with grace and art,
Embrace the twists, within the heart.
For in this game, of cards and fate,
A masterpiece, we're all to create.
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