Fortunetellers say
Palms can predict your fate,
To reveal your life way,
To recite your love pain,
To retell not a tale,
But destiny on this small plate,
And your forbidden trail,
So tell me, tell me, just tell!
No, stop! I don't want
To know if it is long
To hear a cookoo's song,
To count one, two and three..
All that I have, I bring
To my own real life print,
Even if I have short,
Measured by mighty god,
I want to feel every thing,
I want to live in full swing
Now and here, that's all.
Fortunetellers say
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