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Fate is shaped by the stars…and your parents have never let you forget how the skies greeted you for your birth. There's a bit of verse for children like you:

In the brush, an orchid rising

In the sands, a quenching flow

In the stars, a light surprising

Faint and fateful, fortune's glow

A pair of impoverished parents praise the heights

For marking their child's birth with lucky lights

Onward