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Magic of the moon, spin round for me
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December 30, 2011, 04:05:pm
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Magic of the moon, spin round for me.
This is what I spin from light into darkness in hopes to see life unfold.
By the light upon high and darkness upon high we look abound to the moon and see our hope for our blood line and, see what the mother ones smiled upon.
By this light we danced around a fire praying to the goddess whose face we see at night, in hopes she dances besides us as we spin our magic of the night.
By this gift we spin, spinning it into our working day through sun up and sun down. It spins in our blood and tears as we give birth to our new blood.
By this our blood, our children spin there new life and add their magic to our hearts, and all we can do is show them how dance by the goddess in the fire of the moon light.
By this they bring new life, new blood of their own into the magic we spin, and we dance upon the ground and look upon her face ones aging and as we spin our magic to the light and darkness upon high.
By this we dance and dance until we dance our last, and those we live behind places our body upon the fire and dances with us ones more as our spirit spins into the light and darkness of the moon and we dances between the light and darkness.
Now and, for all time immoral.
Mood: happy ess
Music: all knids
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