In pairs, they filed into the ark In sixes came the tiny quark Elementary particles may be arranged in trees And in Finnegan's Wake, quarks were counted in threes The waters swirled on, as if in a drunken spree And as the ark sailed on, the quark was free.Birth sign: Capricorn
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