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From black of night, a star burns bright
Bringing forth the pale moonlight
It speaks of ancients, times of old
Of power and magic, for one to behold

Dancers circle the lady in white
To partner in her delight
Moon and stars, twined in sky
Twirling on as night fades by

Her cloak of starbursts and helm of night
Emanate her strength and might
With quiet grace and gentle glow
She lights the way to those below.

Within our hearts, a fire burns
Our goddess-self begins to yearn
To shine bright with stars above
Spirit of passion, filled with love

Our joy and laughter wax and wane
The rhythmic dance begins again
To glide along an enchanting tune
Through the phases of the Wild Moon


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