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The sacred time of year
always framed in gold
all around the Holy Fire
the stories will be told

and wanted is the midnight hour
we will call the names
the full moon blooming like a flower
shining on the holy thame

around the sacred circle
we all will sing and dance
the witches voices will enthrall
weaving the ancient trance

our voices will rise into the night
praising the goddess crown
While our words will unite
to call the magic down

By m.winterstarv

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