I have been unlucky all my life.
Or maybe I have no luck at all.
I face death every single day-
But I always laugh at the reaper-
He will have nothing with me.
There was one time, though, when I had luck,
One time when I frowned at death-
The night I looked at you.
Submitted: September 21st, 2003
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