| Have you heard the one 'bout when a most unlucky fella,
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| Went visiting a fair-ground for to see a fortune-teller?
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| She said;
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| «Of all the palms I’ve read — yours is by far the worst.
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| I’m duty-bound to tell you,
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| you’ve been well-and-truly cursed.»
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| Ill-fated was my selfless quest.
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| Blind-faith a grave mistake.
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| I’d strived to do my very best,
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| to serve a dream quite fake.
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| Just one more hapless sacrifice,
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| spilt tears in full-flood.
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| Ingenuous I’ve paid their price.
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| Not all vampires suck blood!
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| Gazed into a crystal-ball and watched its surface crack.
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| When I cut the Tarot deck; |
| Death lay there grinning back.
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| I’ve been here many times before; |
| again the joke’s on me.
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| I know the score, but Deja-Vu ain’t what it used to be.
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| With garnered gold in wide domain,
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| Nor heeds the splashing of the rain,
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| The crashing down of forest trees.
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| The travail of the hungry years,
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| A father grey with grief and tears,
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| A mother weeping all alone.
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| To tread an unshared path alone,
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| was my lot from the start.
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| So seldom fleeting solace known,
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| by this rent, careworn heart.
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| Watch the stand-up tragedy;
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| famous for fifteen minutes.
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| I glimpsed my future and decree,
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| saw dearth of purpose in it.
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| Gazed into a crystal-ball and watched its surface crack.
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| When I cut the Tarot deck; |
| Death lay there grinning back.
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| I’ve been here many times before; |
| again the joke’s on me.
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| I know the score, but Deja-Vu ain’t what it used to be.
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| The weary road of toil and strife,
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| Yet from the sorrows of his life
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| Builds ladders to be nearer God. |