maponos
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O’ Maponos, Mabon, he of many names. I sing my praises to you, Hailing all you bring and do, Forever more you have my heart, Leading me to a grand new start. Through dusk, Through dawn, you lead the way. To bring me to, another dawning day.
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O’ God of Many Names, Apollo, Maponos, Mabon ap Modron, I call to you. Let your sun-dappled rays warm my form, filling my heart with fire, and bringing life to my pen, as I weave words in your praise.
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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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Strings plucked, gentle chords played, O’ Maponos, son of Matrona, you pluck at the strings of my soul, shaping me into my future self. Guiding me past those who have left this world, and teaching me to listen to their songs. You are in my heart, o’ Great Harpist, and your song serenades me, filling
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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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O’ Maponos, Son of Many Names, Lord of Hounds, Bringer of the Sun, I hail to thee, raising my arms towards your light, for you shine upon with me ferocity, and fill my heart with hope. Bright and brilliant, hounds leading the hunt to a better tomorrow. You wrap me with warmth, and comfort my
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