For in and out, above, about, below,

'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,

Played in a Box whose Candle is the Sun, Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.

I can’t reveal the mystery to either saint or sinner,

I can’t state at length what I’ve said curtly,

I achieve an altered state that I can’t explain; I have a secret that I cannot share.

I am Jiang the fortune teller to either saint or sinner.

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