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Fortune Presents Gifts

My life is a list, over time grown long
Not one, but two, neither right nor wrong
The first contains all as I wished and willed
The same with the other, though not fulfilled
In the manner expected, yet still complete
But the first retains its higher seat
In the stadium of my opinion and thought
Each moment is lived – it cannot be bought
The lines of these lists will slowly be checked
Not as I desire, nor as I expect
I remember the song as I listen and look
“Fortune presents gifts not according to the book”

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