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Water seeps up through Earth,
Pools into a well or
Streams away from the Source.
Here is the Chalice of Rosmerta
Never empty, as you cup the flow
With generous hands.
It is sweet water,
It is fragrant mead,
It is all the world’s treasure
For us to taste
But not to hoard
For only in your cup is it held.
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