Torch girl of the marshes, her kiss is a whip of the moon
Dawn's damsels are dancing to the hum of her sunny young tune.
Ho, ho, Elemental child
Ho, ho, yeah, yeah, Elemental child
Gems hemmed in the heart's head, the shield of the rivers is hers
She once told me to think white and the night disappeared like a bird.
Hold the glove of gold behind you
Love the glove of Truth.
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