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Vachel Lindsay - What The Ghost Of The Gambler Said
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Where now the huts are empty, 
Where never a camp-fire glows, 
In an abandoned cañon, 
A Gambler`s Ghost arose. 
He muttered there, "The moon`s a sack 
Of dust." His voice rose thin: 
"I wish I knew the miner-man. 
I`d play, and play to win. 
In every game in Cripple-creek 
Of old, when stakes were high, 
I held my own. Now I would play 
For that sack in the sky. 
The sport would not be ended there. 
`Twould rather be begun. 
I`d bet my moon against his stars, 
And gamble for the sun.
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