In sombre silence they pray
In joyous riot we celebrate
In silent vigil they sit
In wild abandon we remember
That Gods of life, of joy, of laughter
And in their names we should but celebrate the gifts given
And give thanks for that which we are
Dancing this chaotic rite we call life
Lift your hands and pray
Yell it to the sun itself
And be made one with their divinity
For that is what you have always been
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