"In the endless cycle of silver tree,
The infinite joy to the sad remembrance
Magic harp strums the sonata.
In a past time and repassed
Walk the road of life,
Emerald green, ancestors of the past.
Rotate the wheel without stopping
And the darkness of Samhain celebrates,
Towards a new awakening.
Where the night goes beyond the day finally
Hail, Queen of Shadows,
Lady of the beginning, middle and end! "
From the book Mists of Time.
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