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The Fools climbs the ladder,
Leaning against the laurels
Of the woman and her 4 colors,
The stick, the coin, the cup and the sword

I cannot betray my calling,
To my hermetic veil I cling,
Working too much with the devil,
It will crush the vulnerable

The eagle flies over the grey mists,
The sky shines, silent radiance,
The walled garden of power is built
Solitude is dressed with a thousand plants
And nature unfolds once again

By the breath of the great work,
I take the path of the tarot,
Each step embodies an illustration,
That carries me and lightens my burden

I reign as a warrior over my lands,
As number 6 of the revealed Honours,
I forge with my twin tower
A brighter life beyond the end

The eagle flies over the grey mists,
The sky shines, silent radiance,
The walled garden of power is built
Solitude is dressed with a thousand plants
And nature unfolds once again

The broken herd dies,
With a thousand narcotic eyes,
I contemplate the rain,
And my thoughts are starting again
I'd forgotten its silver filaments

The eagle flies over the grey mists,
The sky shines, silent radiance,
The walled garden of power is built
Solitude is dressed with a thousand plants
And nature unfolds once again

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