By an amazing lady named Morgan.
Bright, in the darkness, Blessing Ringing,
Dancing Light in Willows weeds,
Clamouring Life, through the Mould is Springing,
Gracing All, as Growth goes to Seed.
Remember, then, in the Pitch of Night,
Blossoms Tarry for the Faint Kiss of Light.
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