Above me, I feel your lovely Goddess Full of the promise that through you my Goddess All things ripen and come to fruition my Goddesses the diaphanous boundary between worlds my Goddesses illuminated by the white light of your sign my Goddess ask that some small ray of your love descend my Goddess Fill this seaborne chalice my Goddess So that I might pour it over memo Goddess And take your gentle touch to the children of the night

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