like to a greased rope
in desperate hope
we cling
when into the darkness
a little light would bring
for to cling on we must
and in our goddess trust
above all
and in everything
i hear you, hear your call
a toast then, a cup to lift
to the most precious gift
to life
to it's celebration
in triumph and strife
to life.
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