| Earth is mother
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| Nature is female
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| Fire is father, fire is male, fire is human justice
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| He isn’t opposed to Earth, but they slip the one into the other
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| The witch is earth’s daughter
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| She turns in ashes burning in the fire, so she can go back into earth’s embrace,
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| si snake’s circle eternally turns
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| They taught her how to read birds’flight
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| And messages of leaves in the wind
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| The old maid shown her th ancient stone throne worn out by tmpest and rain,
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| but full of powerful magic
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| Every uneven Friday at sunset went the old maid to the throne, there at the
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| crossing of three paths, to wash the stone with a white hen’s blood to wake up
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| earth spirit’s might
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| But men, intoxicated by their silly pride forgot these holy powers,
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| so spirits with a lightning smashed their souls and illness and death
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| slaughtered them all
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| They taught her how to turn herself in a howl, and fly in moonless nights,
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| and over the hills, and down in deep shafts, where she met her sisters,
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| to celebrate season’s jubilation
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| They taught her how to change herself in a hare, to run away and hide herself
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| in woods, from the ones who wanted to dominate her
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| When the dark red blood ran slowly and thick wetted her innocence between her
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| white thights her mother told her the time had come for her to be a daughter of
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| the Earth
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| A black haundled knife was her holy present, and she taught her to hold it,
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| and how to take flower and herbs vibrations
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| She taught her what power stood still
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| In forests and woods, and hidden in deep roots
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| Power of life, power of death
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| But dark were those times, and finally sword prevailed on cup
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| So her body was parted from her soul
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| And her own children lighted her stake
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| In an august day of 1471 |