‘Round the circle go times three:

Maiden, Mother, Crone in me

Build these walls up faithfully

With love and magic three times three.

Second time for inner space,

Young God, Old God, with me trace.

With your strength these walls be braced

And protected by your grace.

Third time ‘round the circle go

Build a space where I (we) may grow.

Lord and Lady come to know.

As above, now so below.

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