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The Player
By day he played the markets;
At night he played the fool.
In youth he would play truant,
To get away from school.
In common with those round him,
In life he played a part:
A tragic, gilded aesthete
Who suffered for his art,
The tough, self-made financier,
Who played for all they’re worth
The hapless types endowed with
A silver spoon from birth,
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