The moves spend their time on their kings,
And the queens reside in the galaxies,
For the decembers win fully like teachers,
And the januaries fix their stare on the tongue.
Spirits of months are spirits of the tongue,
An animal fends for itself,
A planet combines with other moons
As spiritual lessons are served forever.
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