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Gathered round the fire

Watching flames that dance and glow

As the gypsy woman tells you

What she see's and what she knows

Her eyes are glass

Her skin is loose

Like wrinkled folds of space

A strange perfume

An eerie gloom

A magic and a mystic place

A violin...

So sad

So sweet

A moon

So full and round.

The sound of merry dancing feet...

Tap upon the weary ground.

Your destiny

The stars above

Will tell your tale it's true!

Your fate

Your hate

Your darkest deeds

Your every little part of you

Some cards

Your palm

A crystal ball...

A pile of bones

Can tell her all

Some leaves of tea will take a form

And soon you'll find your omen born

Just tilt the mug

Drink up, drink up

And there it rests

Inside your cup

Will find she love?

Or maybe death...

Your wedding day?

Your dying breath?

Great fortune!

Opportunity!

The kinds of things that make you free.

Or will she find your mind's a slave?

With roads that lead to misery paved.