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In winter’s white, as angels cry for early spring to warm the wind, to bring to life with gentle sigh, in love, the bitter frost has thinned. For early spring to warm the wind, at Valentine’s romantic calls, in love, the bitter frost has thinned, where dancers twirl amid stone walls. At Valentine’s romantic calls, rebirth of nature’s light divine, where dancers twirl amid stone walls, and blossoms pastel shades recline. Rebirth of nature’s light divine, when day equals the hours of night, and blossoms pastel shades recline, to hail the queen of May in light. When day equals the hours of night, a summer’s sun will come to play, to hail the queen of May in light, we chant and sing along the way. A summer’s sun will come to play, so life can grow as gods decreed, we chant and sing along the way, with warmth and light our hunger feed. So life can grow as gods decreed, the rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown, with warmth and light our hunger feed, the wealth of harvest is our own. The rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown, in autumn breeze that chills the heat, the wealth of harvest is our own, as gold and red belies our feet. In autumn breeze that chills the heat, a year that ends with blessed Samhain, as gold and red belies our feet, the call of Ancient’s name to reign. A year that ends with blessed Samhain, to bring to life with gentle sigh, the call of Ancient’s name to reign, in winter’s white, as angels cry.

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In winter’s white, as angels cry for early spring to warm the wind, to bring to life with gentle sigh, in love, the bitter frost has thinned. For early spring to warm the wind, at Valentine’s romantic calls, in love, the bitter frost has thinned, where dancers twirl amid stone walls. At Valentine’s romantic calls, rebirth of nature’s light divine, where dancers twirl amid stone walls, and blossoms pastel shades recline. Rebirth of nature’s light divine, when day equals the hours of night, and blossoms pastel shades recline, to hail the queen of May in light. When day equals the hours of night, a summer’s sun will come to play, to hail the queen of May in light, we chant and sing along the way. A summer’s sun will come to play, so life can grow as gods decreed, we chant and sing along the way, with warmth and light our hunger feed. So life can grow as gods decreed, the rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown, with warmth and light our hunger feed, the wealth of harvest is our own. The rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown, in autumn breeze that chills the heat, the wealth of harvest is our own, as gold and red belies our feet. In autumn breeze that chills the heat, a year that ends with blessed Samhain, as gold and red belies our feet, the call of Ancient’s name to reign. A year that ends with blessed Samhain, to bring to life with gentle sigh, the call of Ancient’s name to reign, in winter’s white, as angels cry.