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The Remember the time of sickles and sides beneath the blue of late summer skies

With the god of gring, the mother of corn the welcome brood of barley corn share the bread taste the ae

of field and vine hedge and veil to the gods of old will sing our say and care for the burning of the wicker man burn burn

burning the night for the season turning

The kindred flame of winter's return

The rise at the burning of the wicker man

Burn burn wicker man burn firing the night for the season turning The kindred flame on the winter's return

The ways of the world is thin, summer ends, darkness begins, the white howling the eucalypt waits as the crono

is the summerland game.

And from her cauldron all is transformed as the guardians of the past return

And from their shadowy frowns are drawn

And are welcomed by the flames of the Wipper Man

Burn, burn, Wipper Man night, build the season turning.

The kind of point is return,

rise at the burning of the waker man.

Burn, burn, waker man, burn,

fire in the night,

till the season turning.

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