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He works in the city

A Pawn encased to days of glass and steel

She lives for the suburbs

A Queen of glitter and the glam

Their chequered floor

Mirror the games they play

It's not breaking the rules

If we're made that way

Her left to right

Her side to side

Those lateral moves

Wish I was a Knight

The back and fourth

The black and white

Diagonal moves leave me left in plight

But he sees the door

And a win insight

When the last row is crossed

Is the future bright

With a trick of the light

Or a flick of your hair

I could cross the line

But you're on my square

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