Light- fleet- heavy- footed hearted, red paling to pink, spinning around her green heart, flashing and changing in me, the Pleiades are raining from the heaven, shy Maia mother by the hearth
Does she mourn me, here on the Iron Field, warring with her Son, the Boundless Runner
Does she cry for my anger at her offspring, cutting his wit, stealing his
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