Sometimes it's the little things Which really make a change And Fate does neither see nor wonder When just two chairs Are switched in silence And throughout an air of wickedness Sometimes a pair of kind eyes peeks through And they do see and they do wonder Just why their bearer does it's best To resurrect things with a glow Spreading approving hints Costumed in harshness But somehow moving freely And when the right words are not yet given Others must do to fill the gapsBirth sign: Capricorn
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