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This song is by Jeniferever and appears on the album Choose a Bright Morning (2006).

When the gypsy read my palm,
She traced down some line's crease,
As it splintered and divided,
And then looked me in the eyes:

"Your future is a bell curve,
Which the same as hers and his and hers
And if you do not stress it
It will not swerve.
It will remain but a bell curve
With a singular ring,
Nothing more than a ding.
Whereas if you attempt to hold it back,
Blockading its track
It's timbre won't crack,
Just course into a cauldron
Whose call drones a cacophony of strings"

And so I looked her in her eyes
And to her earthen surprise
I said: "Yes,
Yet you sit in this seat
And live through others' lives
Then take your pennies to the teller
To calculate the size.
Another seer who's a eunuch
And every eunuch lies.
What's the other option
For a bosom that denies?"

"I see you point. I understand,"
She said still holding my hand.
And thus I anointed Lady Jesus
With my oils from the sand.