I am the somber one, the unconsoled widower, The Prince of Aquitaine whose tower was destroyed. My only star is dead, and my star-studded lute Wears the black sun of Melancholy.
When the moon is in the seventh house,
And Jupiter aligns with Mars,
Then peace will guide the planets,
And love will steer the stars;
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius.
