Journey of a fool
21 gates he passes
Until the four winds of the world come up to meet him
The Devil is his only friend
...
Many swords had pierced his heart
A diamond through his mind
His robe was lily white
Dressed as if to die
In one hand he held a coin
The other hand a staff
In one ear he heard a cry
The other ear a laugh
Ahh
...
She pulled a cup out from a cloud
A solitary eye
Seven stars were on her crown
A lion by her side
In one hand she held a rose
The other hand a stone
With one eye she saw the crowd
But stood there all alone
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