reborn
what inauspicious starruled the heavens
in the hour of my birth
what unfortunate celestial configuration
caused itself to form
in the hour of my birth
what unholy witch
tossed the bloody bones high
in the hour of my birth
what blinded seer
wrote such hopeless prophecy
in the hour of my birth
where is the gypsy
whose glass dimmed
in the hour of my birth
did all-knowing God
wear a mournful frown
in the hour of my birth
did all foretell
such futile, pain-wracked future
in the hour of my birth
no, I'll not believe
ill-omened destiny seen
in the hour of my birth
I will look to the heavens
to claim free-will not seen
in the hour of my birth
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