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New Moon

ABOYNE, S C O T L A N D

Bud of a new moon

Hands reach down

Into the sacred well

Cast liquid spells

Upon your cells

To rise

To quiver

To bloom in June

Align with codes of color and light

Rise with strength and heart and might

Delight in flight and freedom song

The days of summer fair and long

Take to the sea

And with love be

Trust and dance

With every chance

And hold her hand

Down tree-lined lanes

Through scenic land

Build castles in the balmy sand

Run to catch her in the rain

And don’t forget the full moon fades

To dark again

– Amen

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