High noon, day of Mercury. Hermes Psychopomp sets out on the journey to the Underworld, land of ancestors, wealth and peril. Daylight brings boldness and the courage of Mars. What lies beyond the end of the stairway?
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| Cold-hearted orb that rules the night... |
SOUL CAKE
Soul cake, a soul cake, please good missus a soul cake!
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry,
any good thing to make us all merry,
Soul cake, a soul cake, please good missus a soul cake.
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all.
Soul cake, a soul cake, please good missus a soul cake!
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry,
any good thing to make us all merry,
God bless the master of this house, and the mistress also.
And all the little children that round your table grow.
The cattle in your stable and the dog by your front door.
And all that dwell within your gates
we wish you ten times more.
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| Anima, Anima, una torta dellanima! Io ti prego, Buona signora, una torta dellanima! |
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