Beneath a birch I found her there, with apple blossom in her hair, and violet petals cast around, with emeralds upon the ground. On velvet green this harmony, I spoke to her a soft and gently. Aphrodite bless our hours, Anemone of wood to flower, seven ways to meet within us, heptangle of seven colours, wish a spell of us as one, within embrace our passion strong, come grace compassion dance with thee, sweet wildest rose Aphrodite.  


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