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Our destinies are mystery
The cards foretell with accuracy
But often times we only see
The truth they told through history

And those that follow deep the stars
Find harbingers in Moon and Mars
But underneath run harsher scars
The whims that fickle fate debars

For what is good and can you tell
The path to heaven or to hell?
The energies alone won’t spell
The victory path for the ne-er-do-well

For what bodes ill can oft be seen
Through rose coloured lenses as a dream
And what lies dankest in the stream
May first appear as lush and green

So tell my fortune if you will
I’ll trust your guidance yet, until
The birds that sing on my windowsill
Come not for pleasure, but to kill

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