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Sitting by candle light Fire in my eyes The night is young, Waxing moon is fruitful Truthfully, we know not what seeds shall bear, but Be it thy Will, It will be done.
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
The Ritual
Sitting by candle light Fire in my eyes The night is young, Waxing moon is fruitful Truthfully, we know not what seeds shall bear, but Be it thy Will, It will be done.
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
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