I hold the moon within,
My name is but a flower,
She will not give in,
Blooming forever and an hour.

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Celita Luna, Queen of Tides,
All have bent their knee,
For she is the mother of the night that rides,
Her children, all gods, keep her lands free.

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The shade grows,
To take the Jewel of Atlantis,
Celita knows,
She will strike fast, moving as a mantis.

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I will move with her,
Singing a song to make me stronger.