O’ Maponos,
Great Son,
Great Sun,
Son of Matrona,
mother to all,
you strum your harp,
and I sit at your knee,
listening,
embracing,
feeling the warmth of your wisdom
flowing into my heart.
O’ Maponos,
Great Son,
Great Sun,
Son of Matrona,
mother to all,
you strum your harp,
and I sit at your knee,
listening,
embracing,
feeling the warmth of your wisdom
flowing into my heart.
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