appeareance is a lightning bolt, fortune as told by gods.
the furrows on her forehead shine
like a gypsy's globe, forecasting fortune
a mask you wear grows to stone, irremovable-
or to skin, as your skin grows
and shines like a gypsy's globe the fortune
so how you ask a gypsy does she see the future
easy task, anyone can do it
look at the seeming of appearance
and fortune is as fortune grows.
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