“Crescent one of the starry skies
Flowered one of the fertile plain,
flowing one of the ocean’s sighs,
blessed one of the gentle rain;
hear my chant ‘midst the standing stones
open me to your mystic light
waken me to your silver tones,
be with me in my sacred rite!”

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