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Internet Book of Shadows, (Various Authors), [1999], at sacred-texts.com

BENEATH THE FULL MOON

Come, I will sing it in your ear:

Your dancing days are come.

All the feeling you hold dear

Will lift your spirit some;

Dance until the rosey dawn

All in a gay, glad rag.

I carry the Sun in a golden cup,

The Moon in a silver bag.

And I will sing you merrily

Into my ring of dooms,

And I will twine into your hair

A wreath of maiden blooms.

You'll turn, when dancing days wane low

To Crone, but not to Hag.

I carry the Sun in a golden cup,

The Moon in a silver bag.

As Maiden grows to Mother,

And Mother into Crone,

Dance, My darling daughter,

Beneath My rounded Moon.

Dance in argent splendor

Until your spirits flag.

I carry the Sun in a golden cup,

The Moon in a silver bag. --Copyright (c) 1988 by Sourdough Jackson

The Lizard King-"I am the Lizard King; I can do anything."(1:104/45.5)

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