AFTER NINE MONTHS, UNDER THE SHINING MOON WE'RE BORN, WE LIVE THEN WE DIE SOON. BY KNIFE, DISEASE OR BULLET OF A GUN, WE PERISH QUICKLY UNDER THE RISING SUN. BEFORE LIFE REALLY BEGINS UNREALIZING WHO WE ARE, WE DISAPPEAR WITHIN THE TWINKLE OF A STAR. SHOCKING TO THE STARS, THE SUN AND THE MOON. WE'RE BORN, WE LIVE THEN WE DIE SOON.
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WE ARE DYING MUCH SOONER THAN WE EXPECT TOBirth sign: Not entered
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