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The Twin Kings
A fire god doth split in two
These mighty trees soon aft' they grew
One Oak, one Holly, strong and true
In turn each fades and grows anew
Six short months to each is given
these brothers' hearts are greatly striven
The maid, the bride, the mother reigns
Her choice each season preordained
Each year two battles must take place
When one will win his love's embrace
The Oak in brightness leads the fight
Till Holly comes to take the night
When one grows old he's driven down
The younger one will win the crown
Until in time he grows in age
The other brother takes the stage
Though both are mighty, strong and true
Six months a year each twin will rule
Beside his queen in jubilation
Their love, the source of all creation
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