The nine muses sing 'round the fall faerie ring While we dance in a circle of stone And the embers glow red as we dance with the dead Where the spirits in the barrows now moan Our arms slowly raise to the Goddess we praise While the passions we share rise anew And my lover is filled with the nectar I spilled 'Pon her lips as she kissed at my dew The smoke from the fire where
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