When blood of weak meets blood of strong,
Reap the whirlwind you have sown,
Beware the lightning summer mark,
Of one whom you have known,
To the lordwho scorns all pity,
Open wide dark forest gate,
There a little flower awaits,
One day to seel your fate.
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Birth sign: Capricorn
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