Oh Maiden Moon, who gave my eyes,
in visions of a child,
the innocently whispered sighs
to keep my temper mild.
With waxing love, I saw you grow
the Goddess maid, of all I know,
with waxing love,
with waxing love,
a world of light you gently show.
Oh Mother Moon, who took my hand
and nurtured in my soul
the will to work and understand
in...
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