You see a lot of tents
Acrobats, fire eaters and contortionists
But the most tragic would be
The fortune teller's tent
Here by the light of a tallow candle
That sends flickering shadows
Dancing on the wall
You will know your future
She'll tell you your whole story
Especially how it ends
Then she'll break your heart boy
For nothing you do
Will ever change the end
The Bilge Master
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