On a certain evening of uncertainty,
I went to see a fortune teller.
Ready for the scam and the worry,
Because seeing the future comes at a price.
It's my heart that knocks when I ring the doorbell,
I feel like a little kid
When she opens, looks at me, smiles and escorts me
To read the lines of my hand.

She enjoys taking my hands,
Her hands holding my fingers are strong.
She is skillful and I have two left hands, her hands holding my discomfort.
She has a strong hand, she has a firm hand, she has the upper hand
Sometimes wherever I go, I want to come back tomorrow, both my hands are taken.
Her hand is agile, and it bothers me that her hand fiddles,
Because her hand is curious, and her hand is nosy, it annoys me.
But I'm interested when her hand calms down because her hand is beautiful
Yes her hand is soft and her hand is warm and it intrigues me.

She takes my left hand to read the lines,
I have a bad feeling,
Because she wants to be precise, but I suggest her to stick to the broad lines.
Her fingers glide on my skin like a heart line track,
She aims for the heart line,
It's a high tension line, she's on the front line,
A line up to the task.

When it comes to the heart, no need to read between the lines,
She sees that the line is busy.
It's a beautiful straight line, slender, rectilinear,
The spring summer line.
On the other hand, the fortune teller can't find my luck line, I'm really out of luck.
We had it in our sights, I wanted to laugh about it, she slipped it on a piece of skin.
But all things considered she found my luck, she's a real airline pilot.
The luck line likes to feint, my line is clever.

The home stretch, the best, you decided to analyze my life line.
She's looking for the finish line, but the fortune teller underlined that apparently my line deviates.
So my life line rages, my life line loses, but the fortune teller doesn't see it well.
She looks worried because the line is cut, so I can't hear anything anymore

I ask her if she's sure, she scrutinizes the interlines.
This moment is inhuman,
So she's going to do a little line,
I lost my future somewhere in the palm of my hand.
It took a while but we found my life,
She had just skipped a line.

When the session was over I decided to take care of myself,
And to watch my figure.
Before leaving the fortune teller we shook hands,
We mixed our lines.
One thing is for sure I won't come back tomorrow,
She really messed up on all the lines.

Since then, my guideline is to aim for the horizon line,
To see further than the end of my lines,
No more reading in hands, now I prefer to clench my fist.
End of story.

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