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The Queen of Spades rules her land with an iron fist Her justice clear, no gray in between She keeps chaos in a cage, he breaks loose now and then Their love a chain, no one can even wish to break.

The Queen of Hearts plays her strings To her whimp, to her will The strings pull the hearts Of every mortal , in every land.

Panadero The break of dawn, the universal signal of a new day, and yet he will not live to see its sunset. He got up like every other day, his house smelled like freshly risen dough, and slow burning wood. They were smells he had known all his life, for he-like his mother were panaderos, or in English bakers. He was young not less than twelve not more than fifteen years old, he had dark hair, skin and eyes, much like the many citizens of El Salvador. He wished he could go to school, he wished he could do more; he wished his country was not plagued by violence; he wished he could understand, this word violence. If you search for the word vio