| Calling me, it’s innocence
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| Drums are pounding underground
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| Carved in the woods by lightning
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| Branches show the hidden path
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| «By fertile earth and whirling air
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| By rushing fire and water fair
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| By spirit joined and held fast
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| This sacred circle now is cast»
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| Join us, the bell for us tolls
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| To attend this great moment
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| The cleansing of dirt
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| Release this essence of yourself
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| Be alert for this great sound
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| The pulse of this earth
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| When the nighttime birds singing
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| Through this dawn
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| Beholding the sun
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| And the larvaes keep changing
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| Winter’s mourn
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| The start of it all
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| Join us, the bell for us tolls
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| To attend this great moment
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| The cleansing of dirt
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| Release this essence of yourself
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| Be alert for this great sound
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| The pulse of this earth |