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

Your very names suspicious to an sage
Were repudiated from words in long times,
When your power was a prohibited science.

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

Who, mixing tart sap of the
With the dead of whitened bones
in low voices,

At distilled these magic drinks,
By chastity of virgins fell through overpowered,
the nakedness of their side...!