This game
Dancing across the board
So black and white
You made your move first
And seem to always win
And I except
In a room full of numbers
Thoughts
We play alone
A battle of the wits
My years stand against me
In your favor
Little complements
You toss across the field
When I catch you off guard
So make your move
Take me as your queen
You my knight in armor
Till the end of time
Never stopping
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