Bring light to our goddess
the mother of the moon
For huntress of the wild
Shine light within the gloom
In the pool of sacred waters
We will wash and dress our hair
The waters are her mirror
we'll wear wreaths of flowers there
Hang ribbons on a fence
weave coloured cotton there
And celebrate the goddess
At the Nemoralia fayre
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