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Thursday, December 22, 2011

A Witch's Song

Come, I will sing it in your ear
Your dancing days are come
All the feeling you hold dear
Will lift your spirit some
And I will sing you merrily
Into my ring of dooms
And I will twine into your hair
A wreath of maiden blooms
As Maiden grows to Mother
And Mother into Crone
Dance, My darling daughter
Beneath My rounded Moon.

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