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What is this game that we play,

That we give ourselves today

To someone who deals sweet pain,

Sets limits that we explain,

Gives to us a special treat,

Makes us feel whole and complete.
They guide us to that sweet place

That we describe as subspace,

Where we float, soft and serene,

Resplendent within the scene;

From our agony we're freed,

Safe in thought and word and deed.
When we return from that bliss,

We are given a sweet kiss,

Hugged and loved and made to know

We are special ere we go

Back to that place whence we came,

Back to life's commercial game.
So, until we meet again

Under sky of sun or rain,

Let not this world bear you down,

Hide not your smile 'neath a frown,

Let all your friends hear you say,

"I love the games that we play."