| I find my flowers on paths astray
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| Megin runar on paths well hid and torch lit
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| So rise snakes of the golden secret gleam
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| Thou phantoms of the midnight
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| The darkness sway for my eyes like a moth — a moth
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| Mysteries subtle and secret — to dim to touch
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| So rise thou spirits of the midnight gleam
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| In thy most secret cloaks and signs
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| Touch the night with your invoking
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| So raven black at heart
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| To dark for speech
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| And hidden from the eye
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| The glow the ritual the wonder
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| Solitude loneliness megin runar
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| The darkness sway for my eyes like a moth — a moth
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| Mysteries subtle and secret — to dim to touch
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| Solitude loneliness
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| Megin runar |