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(words spoken by the wiccan priest as she unties a knotted rope) That which belongs to the fellowship and Love Which belongs to the circle Remains without as the wheel turns to day So our sister has passed into night Nothing is final And we who remain behind know that we will once again share the bread and wine with our sister Oh blessed spirit We bid you farewell For you await a new destiny (She places the untied rope into a goblet) |
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