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Lighten ye the Beltane fires toll the bell the Maypole spires! Yet the Beltane fire burns thus the May Queen spins and turns A dance of fire and lust around, the Maypole dance in her flowing gown Pass thy kin and kine there through as drumbeats pulse out sounds anew In the Spring clean welcome her let flowers adorn your alter sir Cold days spurned to warm wind nights green glade hills hold...