Autumn is a happy season A million drops in the ocean Matters for no reason Seven o'clock is getting in the dungeon A tear of happiness Not exactly explorer science Sunlight for all the blindness Not sure any patience Will deter the direction That was taken ages now Six and a half from a minion To where nothingness showBirth sign: Aquarius
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