I suppose you are the sun
And I am the rain
And playing cards with jokers in
Is giving love without a gain.
I assume that you are a metaphor
For something I can't explain outright
A cliched sleight of hand
I can't put my finger on
I suppose I am the gun
And you are the shot
I am the loser, and you, my love
Are not.
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