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The Light She
comes to me in the night She
fills the dark with light She
fills the cold with warmth She
is like a Flame She
is like an incandescent rod Willowy
is she and her body fine Slender
is she and she fills my heart Like
the corn I ripen under her sun her
moonlight makes silvery my life Accept
my offering which is truly given And return to the Altar I have built for you ~ Edward Radfall ~
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