February, my love, they have committed a crime
Do they not know the twenty-first belongs to you?
Precession is the phenomenon that has altered time
How is it that they don't understand this clue?
Does ignorance block the ability to see?
Where fiction paralyzes their own reality?
Love would shine the brightest in this star
No matter how faint, special you still are
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