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Dear Goddess Fortuna, I have heard people around the world respect you. They admire you. They believe in
Dear Luck, You know I am always thinking— hoping— for you. Everyone is.
I don’t think you can disappoint me, At least not easily. *sigh* I think it’s difficult to disappoint someone Who believes that every hope is a gun.
Coincidence has destined my ironic fate, Like star-crossed lovers who act too late, Before I even drew my first breath, Providence recorded my imminent death Fortune allotted to me my share,
Echo, you privilege soul Stand by as I pillage your home Watch as they rave your condemnation We have yet to live.
It's cold out, and the weather's frigid. I frown throughout the dreary day.
A quarter on the street - tails up. Good luck? I forget which side belongs to her, For I am always the last to receive her Fortune. Free Will is only so free, Before she intervenes.
Fortress of fabric She says come in Her eyes glisten with magic She knows I can’t win My mother warned me about enchanted women Spiders in their hearts, be careful or you’ll be bitten
Luck sits watching the world, She along with her mate. Serious he sits by her side, The all-seeing Fate. And below them both, Their four children dance around. Chance, Destiny, Karma, and Fortune Occasionally stop to glance down.
See you are the type of girl who wants everything handed to you You want diamond rings, foreign cars and clothes made by designers who's names you can't even pronounce