And if in my dreams I lack sensibility, Or fail to yield to an encroaching periphery, Or try to fathom a ghoulish phantasm, Will not I be, In a constant affray with my sagacious ways, Pending cognizant actuality? And if in this sensible, Undeniable, Indisputable Tangible, I happen upon an existence, That transcends offensive, Could it be left to my discretion, To cease the somber procession, And recommence in my deficient existence?Birth sign: Cancer
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