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Calling me, it's innocence |
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Drums are pounding underground |
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Carved in the woods by lightning |
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Branches show the hidden path |
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"By fertile earth and whirling air, |
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by rushing fire and water fair, |
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by spirit joined and held fast, |
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this sacred circle now is cast" |
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Join us, the bell for us tolls |
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To attend this great moment |
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The cleansing of dirt |
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Release this essence of yourself |
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Be alert for this great sound |
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The pulse of this earth |
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When the nighttime birds singing |
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Through this dawn |
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Beholding the sun |
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And the larvaes keep changing |
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Winter's mourn |
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The start of it all |
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Join us, the bell for us tolls |
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To attend this great moment |
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The cleansing of dirt |
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Release this essence of yourself |
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Be alert for this great sound |
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The pulse of this earth |