Go ahead, drink!
Luck’s on your side.
Your life’s a cent, but
Mine’s a bull’s eye.

You, with the felt there!
Let’s bet shall we?
Me from 90 yards
And you right here.

My cards are bad,
My fate I’ll face;
I’ve got a ten and
An ace of spades.

Because on that bet you
Shot at point-blanc;
But I’m a sharpshooter and
You’re a gambler, right?

Now where could you go?
My shot hit hard:
And 10 in the head,
9 in the heart.

Just as a black dot
On a white leaf.
...That night became
A part of me...