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A game is played. Existence rests in the balance.

Mice

The game is old

The tokens made of ice

From under folds of hooded cloaks

Flash the eyes of mice

But every thousand years

A human player appears

And in his hands

Our fate

hangs

Like drops of blood

on yellowed murine fangs

For it is said

By those long dead

That on the day he loses

We all melt away

We all melt away

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