Its the season of the white witch
The season of the gypsy ping
palms crossed with silver
from stars that sing
now i know
i can predict anything
our children will heal
sick worlds
some will sing and some will cry
because they will love purely
pure love cannot die
as is the way in the circle of life
our sons and daughters
suns and moons
will grow into
stronger men and women
than me and you
hard to believe
but true
my suns and moons
I wrote this to let you know
long ago your daddy first sung this to you
and it made you shine brighter
and you sang my words right back to me
"i bow down to the brightness of your stories"
now we all sing it togethor
for everyone
we are the moons we are the suns
children of the tower
born from han som the solar star
and sweet time the star flower
fleur des etoiles
ping ping ping
one love
one heart
full power!
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