Customs Of Tasseomancy (Quoth The Sky, Nevermore) Act I-Absu

So, let me form the contours of your trance and lament with the virga that cries from a cloud. [1st Verse] Siva. You hold the shapes of melted wax. [Chorus] If the process of the incantations were done incorrectly, then sketches of the moon whined with the melted ice (...oh, so slowly.) [D‚nouement Of Spell] So, let me form the contours of your trance and lament with the virga that cries from a cloud. [MI LUIL/JULY, 1992] Tasseomancy! [Repeat 1st Verse & Chorus] [Bridge]