One sun dies, another is born And shows its face on the Solstice morn; As Yin to Yang and Light to Dark That will-to-life becomes the spark. The Sovereign Oak begins to preen, He slays the Lord of Holly-Green; His buds are yearning for the Spring: "The King is dead; long live the King!"
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