Children of the moon,
Listen to me,
Take your hands out of the astral ash,
Focus on the Earth.

Children of the moon,
The time has come to take your gifts and give,
In this time of need, not for others,
For yourself.

Children of the moon,
You are the buds of the millennial tree,
Begin to blossom,
Not for others, for yourself.

Children of the moon,
You will bring change to the world,
The fruits you bear will feed.
The gifts you give will yield.

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