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The Monks Honey Mead
Golden nectar flows,
sacred honey, vats of sun,
blessed in barrels deep.
Echoed praise dance halls
in quietness, we wait for grace,
mead poured like pure sunshine.
Brewed like prayer in cup,
ancient hands the humble craft,
joy steeped in amber rain.
sacred honey, vats of sun,
blessed in barrels deep.
Echoed praise dance halls
in quietness, we wait for grace,
mead poured like pure sunshine.
Brewed like prayer in cup,
ancient hands the humble craft,
joy steeped in amber rain.
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