An amazing sight. The Raven. Sending omens and pointing direction. Little Budda on his knees. Wishing well for you and me. The air is crisp. The night is dark. My friends of the witch. Practice mystic art. I give to you energy from old. Tap in and find our souls turn gold. Wings of light. Our spirits high. I feel the tear drop from my eye. I reach out a hand. A hand to you. You are my sister. Thank you for you. Lk
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