Hold hands, sisters
While the incense is lighted
Hold hands, brothers
While the candles burn bright

The birds are singing
On this holiest of all nights
The crickets are chirping
Calling out the their plight

Around in the circle we dance
Singing the words of passion
Our passions rise as we prance
Peeling away our outer fashion

Like the flames leaping skywards
Our bodies become one
We have all become bards
Passing another milestone

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