| I sat down, feeling desolated, bowed my head and crossed my knees--
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| Is fortune really predicated upon such tiny turns as these?
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| Then Fate’s a thing without a head.
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| A puzzle never understood,
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| and man proceeds where he is led,
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| unguaranteed of bad or good.
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| Fate!
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| Fate can be a trap in our path,
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| The bitter cup of your tears,
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| Your wine of wrath!
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| Fate can be shade of the desert blaze,
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| Sudden food in a famine found,
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| The sound of praise!
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| Incomprehensible and strange,
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| Fate can play a trick with the twine
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| To weave the evil and good
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| In one design!
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| And so, my Destiny,
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| I look at you and cannot see
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| Is it good, is it ill?
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| Am I blessed, am I cursed?
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| Is it honey on my tongue or brine?
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| What fate, what fate is mine? |