The house of cards
We play the game every day
Win or lose we will pay
As we take it up any way
Romance and elopement
The game lovers sing
In the backyard or garden
Sometimes in posh hotel
Upbringing doesn't count
It never will come to haunt
When love hits the target
The whirring mind getting hooked
The fall from grace
A little pain and wayward dream
As lovers seem to push it through
Beyond the boundary of etiquette
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