| Round and round the faery glade
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| Round and round they spin
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| Some in wool, some in hemp
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| Some in fur and skin
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| What a sight would meet your eye
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| If you should stumble near
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| You’d cast your care onto the wind
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| And join them in their sin
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| Dance with lust, fire of the believer
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| Dance you must, dance with fire and fever
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| Naked feet will pound the earth in the dance to him
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| Naked hooves will lead the way and draw you closer in
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| Breath of Pan, pulse of Pan, guide us in the dance
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| Lift your eyes to starry night, and let the Rite begin
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| Dance with lust, fire of the believer
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| Dance you must, dance with fire and fever
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| Dance with trust, faith shall be your healer
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| Dance for Pan, dance with fire and fever
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| Dance with lust, fire of the believer
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| Dance you must, dance with fire and fever
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| Dance with trust, faith shall be your healer
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| Dance for Pan, dance with fire and fever
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| Dance with lust, fire of the believer
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| Dance you must, dance with fire and fever
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| Dance with trust, faith shall be your healer
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| Dance for Pan, dance with fire and fever |