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Ominous herbs of a magnificent size, |
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Your seed grew up in the cursed night, |
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Watched by the |
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Wild Star, |
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Hostile, Threatening! |
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Your very names suspicious to an inquiring sage |
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Were repudiated from words in long past times, |
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When mastering your power was a prohibited science. |
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Kolkhidian and |
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Egyptian sages, |
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In the shine of bloody |
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Moon, Dug your roots precious to |
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Magi Who, mixing tart sap of the plants |
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With the dead extract of whitened bones |
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Incanted in low voices, |
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At midnight distilled these magic drinks, |
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By which chastity of virgins fell through overpowered, |
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Discovering the nakedness of their side...! |