Do not blame a shadow’s silence
nor the bark of the night side tree,
lit by a moon now full but still,
standing on the dark side we.
Light was never yours
nor mine to hold, and neither
does the darkness hold
what we will never know.
Rally round the maypole boys,
weave the ribbon tight,
wind the night unravel boys
what came upon us light.
Be children spiked in round delight,
chanting ancient rhyme,
But do not blame the shadow silent,
as light provides it time.
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