I knew a woman once who could see fate
Unfold in front of her, like on TV.
She didn't like it much, but if you'd wait
Around her, she would tell you what she'd see.
I heard some things from her I didn't know
And doubted, but they happened anyway.
I wonder now and then if I should go
And ask her once again if she would say
What I should do - she hated shoulds and coulds -
Based on the visions that she told me of.
I have, as she once told me, many goods,
But never did she tell me if I'd love.
I know she knew, but she would never tell,
Because she knew that knowing would be hell.
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