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The Major Arcana
Make love to the High Priestess
While the Magician’s away
Watch as Death becomes her
What Lovers are we
Our Chariot awaits
We were meant for Judgment
The Moon is my baby
The Sun another’s
In a World in need
Of a Hierophant, soon
The Emperor will rise
His Temperance forthwith
The Tower inspires
A fallen Star hits
The Devil has Strength
Yet Justice prevail
The Fool carries water
To impress the Empress
A Hermit well met
On the wagon Wheel Of Fortune
Hang in there, Hangman
03-01-17
While the Magician’s away
Watch as Death becomes her
What Lovers are we
Our Chariot awaits
We were meant for Judgment
The Moon is my baby
The Sun another’s
In a World in need
Of a Hierophant, soon
The Emperor will rise
His Temperance forthwith
The Tower inspires
A fallen Star hits
The Devil has Strength
Yet Justice prevail
The Fool carries water
To impress the Empress
A Hermit well met
On the wagon Wheel Of Fortune
Hang in there, Hangman
03-01-17
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