New and bright, and beautiful
Each god contributing their best in making you

You bring us gifts
Unleashing blessings
And curses upon the world

The fates are perched upon you
Mother of all who gaze up at the stars
And those who likewise sing
Of sun and moon

There is no measuring your worth
No comparing the light you have brought
To the empty lives of men

In your expectant first hours
You set our course
You opened all things
And held back the one necessary thing-


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