Brought your A-game, the victory, yours
Punted away the ball, nothing to lose?

Found a penny, pockets so full
Left it laying to corrode, not worth wishing upon?

Rose, like no other, name you dreamed of
Loved with abandon, but for her thorns?

Find you she will, she who’s your own
Knot unending, what prayer will find you?

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