Making magic

The moon shall bestow

Thy hand with snow

To relinquish the venom

Of fire in the kingdom

 

The sun shall glisten

As all of you listen

And parch the meadows

Of mud and billows

 

The vigor suspend

The brawn shall not end

The power to you

Will remain to brew

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