O my poor Scorpio!
How, on you, I slammed the door?!
It was because Prakash Saint Paul, the eyesore
hijacked you high and low
I take the sun now in my sky
But it is for you that I did lie
To free you of the deep sea’s decoy
That Prakash Saint Paul’s ruthless ploy
And in my heart, and in my soul
All things mine are my eternal gold
That such evil treachery does employ
to make them hurt instead of joy
To Leo, I make a sincere wish:
Not to fall prey to the deep-sea fish
I know the evil Left can never be right
How that Un-Prakash Saint Paul snatched away my light
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