From gambling boys in the streets
Throwing a pair of dice to earn some dime
To carnivals of games pula-puti
Down to the high ends of Casinos
Learning some mathematical formulas
Complicated chains of probabilities
Hired men are working, keeping tract
For an endless humanities
All in books kept for the new generation
Of running around the economy
Everything forgotten, but those I choose
Posing the question back again
Of solving the problem who caused the light bulb's end
Of the source of strength for my Art
My kiss in His church was my seal
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