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Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Come, O come, to the heartbeat's drum!
Come to us who gather below,
When the broad white moon is climbing slow,
Through the stars to the heaven's height.
We hear thy hooves on the wind of night!
As black tree branches shake and sigh.
By joy and terror we know thee nigh.
We speak the spell thy power unlocks,
At solstice, sabbat and equinox,
Word of virtue,
the veil to rend,
From primal dawn to the wide world's end.
So Mote it Be   )0(

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