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The dice rolls

The dice rolls Hide in the house and play chess with myself I am the lucky one Those who hide in the house are all lucky Life and death outside Like a super-long apocalyptic movie We are dice, bystanders of each other's fate Those who roll the dice are in the sky, in the sea, in the swamp on the back of Ursa major Hanging upside down in the dark hole turned the world upside down People rushed out of the house are the heroes who won't be the dice They dig for the truth But it can't change it by chance

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