Precious Gift
The gypsy gave me a precious gift
A stone of azure blue
The colour matched your lovely eyes
it made me think of you
I asked for the moons blessing
as she rose so bright and full
I asked for her silver
and a rain charm of precious pearl
I asked for shing gold
in the night of darkest moon
I asked her for her bounty
when she waxed full and bloomed
The moon she is my mother
For she lights my way home
She comforts me at midnight
when I am all alone
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