O’ Maponos,
I strum my lyre for you,
weaving words of wisdom,
into gentle song.
Your light shines upon my brow,
filling my heart with hope,
and you turn your flame against foes,
shielding me from the pain of others.
O’ Maponos,
I strum my lyre for you,
weaving words of wisdom,
into gentle song.
Your light shines upon my brow,
filling my heart with hope,
and you turn your flame against foes,
shielding me from the pain of others.
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