In the valley where the moons and lovers play
Live two children who were born on Saturday
One was dark, one was fair
Fathered by the hawk, mothered by the mare
Stranger children you have never seen
Brothers of the forest and the sea
One was land, one was air
And they kept the fires burning there
In a golden vessel and silver vase
Kept them burning in the strange enchanted place
Kept them burning to the sky
For they knew someday the sun would die
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