Pan to Artemis
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You were mine oh my saint
My maiden , my maid
By the might of the bright
Of the night of the flight
Though I fold , though I faint
Though I sharp, though I choke
By the hour of our power
I invoke
I invoke
I invoke
I invoke
I invoke
I invoke
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