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Fortune Teller.
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Poetry by Bern. 
- Fortune Teller.
- With silver I crossed your palm,
- To see what the future would bring.
- A Lady with great charm,
- Will make your heart to sing.
- This you prophesied to me the other day,
- Up till now no Lady has come my way.
- That piece of silver I could ill afford,
- But I did it of my own accord.
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- It was a heavy ill-fated blow,
- That made me cross your palm.
- I won't do it again you know,
- But I will remain calm.
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- No one can tell the future, only I the past,
- Money I did not crave, just a girl of my own.
- Perhaps a little love that would always last,
- A lovely Lady that I could take home.
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- Then one day your prophecy came true,
- I met my Lovely Lady with great charms.
- Now I stick to her like glue,
- And she is always in my arms.
