Pagan Pride
When dancing in the lunar light,
Or toiling neath the summer sun
Within the circle and our rite
Of love, when all become as one.
There we heard the wisdom of trees
As chains of life so fell undone
In waves whispered an ocean breeze
Of love, when all become as one.
No longer shall we hide our ways
At last our fears we’re free to shun
Our pride in these the Pagan days
Of love, when all become as one.
When dancing in the lunar light
Of love, when all become as one.
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