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Fortune's Roll

I sing a song of six-pence
A pocket full of rye
Thy fortune's traveled hence
Gathered for the sty
Parted with your means
Greedy withered token
Carried not unseamed
With thy fortune broken
Gambled thy unsurly
Thy cost taken toll
Lest thy proven worthy
Dice a fortunes roll


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