Fellow gambler, take my hand;
I'm your friend, I understand.
I've known your guilt, your shame, remorse;
I've borne the burden of your cross.
I found a friend who offered ease;
He suffered, too, with this disease.
Although he had no magic cure,
He showed me how we could endure.
We talked together side by side;
We spoke of things we had to hide.
We told of sleepless nights and debts;
Of broken homes and lies and threats.
And so my weary gambler friend;
Please take this hand I now extend.
Take one more chance on something new;
Another gambler helping you.
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