A hall of windows leads
To the pathway to cash.
When the warrior heeds
And turns all of her doubts into ash.
Money falling down is the crush.
This crowd, it does speak.
When all the dollars rush
And the leader does seek.
The strength of the bank
Gives power to the suitor.
He opens the vault to thank
The graceful computer.
Capital cools the brain
That hotheads try to burn.
And lessons that try to strain
The money-maker who will learn.
The shift of funds creates
A portrait moving in time.
Real cash permeates
When wagers start to climb.
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