Call upon the midnight stars,
Who's light will never fade,
Who's glory touches everywhere,
Every dell, glen, and glade.

Call upon the weeping trees,
Who flow against the wind,
Who whisper that the Earth calls out,
And tell how roots all bend.

Call upon the grasping waves,
Who's waters hold deep life,
Who's tide flows in and out with time,
Possesed by a hard-handed strike.

Call upon the one you love,
Who would die to save you're soul,
Who's there for you through thick and thin,
And who's fire burns brighter than coal.

 
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