We feel the sway of the moon
To our mother’s bosom we cling
At the heaven’s feet we swoon
Full or dark we’re worshiping.
The pull of tides cradle hearts
At her breast we are mollified
In her arms we’re created art
Full or dark, we’re pacified
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