I sing of you softly
To the Goddess of the night
May your words be true
May your darkness be my light
I spell out your name
To the angel of the day
For mine is each letter
This price I will pay
I whisper of you presence
To the spirit of the wind
Possesion of each morsel
For my own personal sin
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