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I lie down tonight
With fair Modron and with her Son,
With pure-white Mabon,
And with Branwen beneath her mantle.
I lie down with Magic,
And Magic will lie down with me,
I will not lie down with Cythraul,
Nor shall Cythraul lie down with me.
O God of the Mound,
Shield me this night,
Open the secret door
To thy treasure-house.
For the many deeds
I have done for thee.
For the many songs
I have sung of thee.
Thou King under the Hills,
Invite me into thy dwelling-place,
While setting wards around my bed,
And encompass me in thy hosting.
So mote it be.
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