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| Crescent One of the starry skies,
Flowered One of the fertile plain,
 Flowing One of the ocean's sighs,
 Blessed One of the gentle rain;
 Hear my chant 'midst the standing stones,
 Open me to your mystic light;
 Waken me to your silver tones,
 Be with me in my sacred rite!
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