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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFAfWH_CKVw&ab_channel=YaoWenLiang

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And so it was so,

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On the night-Samhain,

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Before the gate could close,

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That he threaded an old wound

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With a needle carved from bone -

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Delicate, it's been said,

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Pulled narrow from the rib -

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And with the tight clasp - 

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Coiled in its grip - of steel wire,

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Wrapped double round the lock  

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To keep held fast thereafter;

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While thoughts carried to his mother -

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To past decades gone cascade -

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Before dousing the seam with well-water

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And concatenation come commemorate:

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Highs to the low,

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In the days left before -

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And low before behold

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To those that come hereafter;

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Let succession's season sow -

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While dawn breaks high 

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The horizon line - 

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Gone bursting from below.

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Author's Note

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uoQnHTNe2hU&ab_channel=LoreenaMcKennitt-Topic

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[John Alexander McFadyen]

These flowing stanzas are filled with sounds of legend and mystery and the taste of Pagan ceremony and belief and the transition to winter.