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Ostara
When you think earth has died,
She has been fertizled,
Gods of sun and moon will shine.
Humans come out to play,
Rabbits all breed away,
Coming December, this child of mine.
She has been fertizled,
Gods of sun and moon will shine.
Humans come out to play,
Rabbits all breed away,
Coming December, this child of mine.
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