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1
Some would call him just a fake,
Glad to burn him at the stake
For all his "pagan rites" and “blasphemy”.
Others crossed a million miles
And begged him to read their lines
To look into the eyes of destiny.
He revealed
What lines concealed.
2
Soon his gift became his curse.
His hands were touching hers,
"Why don't you read my palm?" - she wondered.
He'd seen too many hands,
Signs showing where a life ends
Not to know her days were numbered...
He revealed
What lines concealed,
But could not erase the Destiny's seal.
(x2)
***
"I still see your eyes in my dreams. The eyes I would have died for... I still see you
full of life, ignorant of what I knew - the ignorance I would have killed for... Your
palm was a death sentence for you. And for me. ‘Cause you meant more than life
did... I couldn't tell you. I couldn’t save you... for I'm not a God! But I still can’t
forgive myself..."
***
Lines and signs the palm hides -
Roads the fate walks along.
Can we control the route of our lives?
Can we make prophecies go wrong?
(2x)
Faber est suae quisque fortunae aut supra nos fortuna negotia curat?

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