In flight of thought:
Rainbow climbs,
As I walked,
The drizzle ground.
Going round,
The Harvest Moon,
Becoming soon,
And springtime,
A new phase, beginning;
She is of the earth
And ancient seeming,
I can say no more,
But the Goddess speaks.
In flight of thought:
Rainbow climbs,
As I walked,
The drizzle ground.
Going round,
The Harvest Moon,
Becoming soon,
And springtime,
A new phase, beginning;
She is of the earth
And ancient seeming,
I can say no more,
But the Goddess speaks.
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