A crystal ball before her eyes
And cards in her hands
A thick perfume engulfs the room
A talking parrot perched at a corner
And these are supposed to tell
What the future has in store?
What the future really holds?

O fortuneteller, tell me now
Would love survive of us...?

How can the stars in Heaven
Or the pictures in the cards
Tell us where we'd finally end?
Isn't knowing the future just pretend?
What if and what not
Are not questions to be sought...

O fortuneteller, tell me true
Would love survive of us...?

But it is the way you understand
Know that my future won't be spelt
By the lines in my hand
that makes me certain...

Fortuneteller is us alone;
We will make love survive...


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