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The withered, old man in the darkThe one they call The HermitBy the silver moonlight, he wanders throughThe night ever so thick with pervading questions, but hark, He knows the answer; or will by dawn by permitOf his guiding light,
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The withered, old man in the darkThe one they call The HermitBy the silver moonlight, he wanders throughThe night ever so thick with pervading questions, but hark,

He knows the answer; or will by dawn by permitOf his guiding light,

by the endearing cooAs sung by birds; his only companions in this everlasting nightHe will soon find answers that are ever so brightUnder this card’s influence,

You will seek to be yourself so you may follow the starOf your own path to find enlightenmentBy the lantern light, a mysterious sort of lonelinessIt will take you near,

it will take you farUntil all paths converge and the deliberation of judgementWill take placeAnd you will find the faceOf all you need to knowAnd how you ought to place your pawns next;

where you ought to goI’ve often been called a pariah;An odd little sweetie who thinks higherInstead, I watch on the outsider and grow bitterAs I wander, as I wonder,

beneath nighttime glitterOf the stars and moon and shine that I stroll through,Once I emerge from my eternal night time, what will be new?

Will I have purpose or will I have pointlessly withdrawn?

If I emerge from my solitude at all, of courseThere is the chance of no change uponMy body, my mind, my vitality’s forceGrown weak with questions,

My latest obsessionsThere is no meaningNot until I disturb the silenceAnd allow daylight gleamingAnd other’s relianceInto my pathetic excuse of a life

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