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May Eve Song

"O do not tell the priests of our arts.


For they would call it sin,
For we will be in the woods all night
Aconjuring conjuring summer in.
And we bring you good news by word of mouth.
For women, cattle, and corn:
The sun is coming up from the south,
With oak and ash, and thorn."

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