Back to the moon
It's just slightly passed new
Risen like the Gate of Man's
Soul, born of waters
A box of stars, thrown from
The essence, you awaken
Guided towards your greatest
Myth, shake down your tree
Fruits, abundantly fallen
The womb of the mother calls
Children, remember your sign
Sensitivity, don't scuttle away
I've learned to ration the light
Night bound, searching
And there, she speaks to me
Illuminating from afar
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