Written on the palm of my hand,
With the forever paining thorn of fate,
My destiny, on which I stand, o' land
Which tells me what to love or hate.

On the path before me,
Lie no cute surprises,
But the fate that I foresee,
And where the deathbed rises.

In dilemma, that I stand,
Looking back for love,
Comes below to hold my hand,
With lovely stories, treasure trove.

The wind that whispered in my ear,
That man, it had absolved,
I walked along to the ol' land's leer,
With the fear that had dissolved.

With the wind so lovely, and its love,
I hope never to look back,
With the wind and sky and lord above,
Shall my will not slack.

I shall defeat the fate,
I say, let the thorns prick unendingly,
I shall walk with my mate,
I say, till the end, all unbendingly.

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