| Come turn the wheel again
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| Come celebrate the seasonal change
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| Draw the circle horned creature
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| Fly like winds do, dance into the dawn
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| From mountains high, and wells below
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| The water flows,
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| The fire blows and down the valley goes
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| Fly like winds do, Fly like winds do
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| In this dance, around the flames,
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| In the dance of spring in this sacred place
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| Western ones of water’s flow
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| Help to guard the ones here below
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| Come to us and heed our call,
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| By the power that made us all
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| By the power that blesses thee,
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| Come to us and blessed be.
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| Old graces, yours the answers I seek
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| Oh, sisters, tell me
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| Oh, witches, thrown into the stream
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| Oh, sisters, hear me
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| Shapeshifters, coloured fish in my dream
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| Oh, sisters, lead me
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| Turn the day & lights,
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| Whilst crossing through the tide
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| Down the witches' waterfall
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| Like ten centuries ago
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| Still the same, it floats by
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| Shifting its course 'round nine
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| Lost within the waterfall
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| Her charms are strong
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| Trapped within the waterfall
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| Her arms are long
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| Quiet runs the lazy stream
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| Lingering in thoughtful dreams
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| Still the same, I float by
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| In the blue water between
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| Lost behind the waterfall
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| Her charms are strong
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| Trapped behind the waterfall
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| Her arms are long |