She touches me with clammy palms,
and smiles at me with crooked teeth.
The Ace of Hearts is proud of me tonight:
I wink; I blow a little kiss.
No one can get me out of this,
no one can show me where to step,
but I am glad to be alive,
and I will not take back a word.
She worries me with withered looks.
She pardons me with martyr’s smile.
The Ace of Hearts is proud of me tonight:
I left no ring around her life.
Each one has left his best advice –
I’ll never get to read it all,
but I am glad to be alive,
and I will not take back a word.
She stood on summits made of glass,
and gnawed a fingernail for luck.
The Ace of Hearts is proud of me tonight:
I let her win, and said good night.
And if they ask me what I think
as they prepare to spring the trap,
I’ll say I’m glad to be alive,
and I will not take back a word.
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