| Oh, mysterious ladies, hear unto my prayer
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| And grant me to live, and to love as you do
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| May your magickal souls overwhelm the night air
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| To cast off it’s shroud and reveal your dark truths
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| Diana, sweet maiden, so pale and so pure
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| We welcome your fresh silver light
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| Though deceit may be hid in your innocent lure
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| The love of the Huntress is right
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| Your light is shining on your children in the night
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| No one could hope to know the secrets that you hold
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| Moon Mother, so full is your milk-white breast
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| So safe are your warm open arms
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| 'Tis now that your lover, the Sun, fully rests;
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| In the radiant pool of your calm
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| The wisest of all is the Crone on the wane
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| The Others are under your power
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| Though there’s death behind both of your ebony gates
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| The gift of new life is your flower
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| Your light is shining on your children in the night
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| No one could hope to know the secrets that you hold
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| Oh, mysterious ladies, hear unto my prayer
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| And grant me to live, and to love as you do
 | 
| May your magickal souls overwhelm the night air
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| To cast off it’s shroud and reveal your dark truths
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| Your light is shining on your children in the night
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| No one could hope to know the secrets that you hold
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| Your light is shining on your children in the night
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| No one could hope to know the secrets that you hold |