The Fortune
She gives diagnosis
She speaks in tongues
She gives warnings
She speaks in code
Fortelling of what is to come-
Of what is coming near
Predicting of the dangers ahead-
The dangers soon to become real
Comes to her in spasms
In violent thrashes and revelations
Comes upon her in exaggerated reactions
In fits of momentous aggitation
She gives caution
She lends hand
She tries her best to prevent damage
But no one listens
No one takes her warnings serious
So silence she now commands.
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