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3. FORETOLD FATE

Who can possibly know what fate will hold?

He who divines the future fails to see fate.

Perhaps even you may someday remember me,

while I shall forget you completely.

I shall appear then silently,

as the unliving come quietly to the living,

and I shall say that I know something

that you will never learn.

And then I will kiss your hand,

as servants kiss their masters.