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In a shadowed room, where moonbeams dance,
Sits Madame Le Purr with a piercing glance.
Her fur as dark as the deepest night,
She peers through the veil of the unknown sight.
Eyes of amber, glowing bright,
She whispers secrets of the night.
With a flick of her tail and a knowing smile,
She foretells futures with mystic style.
A card is drawn, a crystal spun,
Madame Le Purr’s work is never done.
For she sees all and knows it true,
The past, the present, and what’s to ensue.
A fortune of gold, or love’s sweet sting,
The truth in her gaze is an eerie thing.
She’s silent, yet speaks with a phantom’s grace,
A wise old soul in a feline’s face.
From paw to paw, the shadows shift,
As Madame Le Purr gives fate a lift.
Beware the paths she lays before,
For her wisdom is ancient, her sight is pure.
In the corners of dreams, where spirits play,
Madame Le Purr knows every stray.
So heed her words, be they sweet or dire,
For her visions are spun from cosmic fire.
And when the night is still and cold,
And stars burn bright with tales untold,
Remember the cat with the knowing purr,
For fate is a thread, and she is the weaver.