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Ominous herbs of a size,
Your seed grew up in the night,
by the Wild Star, Hostile, Threatening!

Your names suspicious to an inquiring sage
Were repudiated words in long past times,
When mastering power was a prohibited science.

and Egyptian sages,
In the shine of Moon,
Dug roots precious to Magi

Who, tart sap of the plants
With the dead extract of whitened
in low voices,

At midnight distilled these drinks,
By which chastity of virgins fell overpowered,
Discovering the of their side...!