This be told to you this day,
As the moon is at his peek.
May you and your family hear me on this day I stand.
As you meet with pathetic friends,
I sit here spit on you horrid face,
Be this may a sign to you.
This be told to you this day,
As the moon passes o'er my side.
May you feel the ache through your chest as I have.
Be this day as I cry out,
Curses to you until your last!
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