Goddess of the earth and moon
I will never bow to you,
A ring of gold is on my finger,
And you, a serpent;
whose charm lingers.
I will throw you in the lake!
I will not bow down to a snake,
The words are written verse by verse,
You, though doomed,
Still seek to curse.
Goddess Moon and Mother Earth,
I will not now down to your birth,
Be still and hear the curse dispelled,
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