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By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, And a thousand claws were flashing by the rising of the moon
All along that singing river, that black mass of Finn were seen, high above their claws and weapons flew their own beloved green
Death to every foe and wyrmkin, strike them hard and smite them doon, and howl me kin for Gaia! 'tis the rising of the moon
'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon, and howl me kin for Gaia! 'tis the rising of the moon.
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