The fortuneteller told me…

Part 1

DARLING,  SWEET,  DON’T  YOU  KNOW?

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Why do you wear only black?

Nothing will bring

him back.

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Why do you cry yourself to sleep?

Love is something beastly steep?

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Why do you call your hurts your only home?

You made it an art form, a syndrome …

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Why do you keep looking back?

Nothing can change you back!

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Don’t scratch your ear with that paw!

Bleck your fangs darlin’, move your jaw.

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I think wolfsbane is your only hope…

Or you’ll be your whole life a misanthrope

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