Picture this, a woman sits in front of her crystal ball.
I ask her to see into my future. "Will I have it all?"

She says, "My dear, nothing to fear, you indeed do.
But it will cost. I also see loose. Pay up, and I'll tell you."

I pay up, and take a seat, in a room of burning sage.
From her deck of cards she lay, there is one I see rage.

I know what it means, and turn it up-side-down quickly.
That card I rather not see, it makes me feel sickly.

She says "The future is yours, not written in stone.
If you don't like what you see, I can pick another one."

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