Bestir me, Aztec Princess
Awake me from slumbers forsaken
Take me on the path to your Caribbean haven
To my existence grant sense.
Your mind is keen, shown by a sharp intelligence
On your countenance, your honey skin a godly sheen
In all you've been, as woman and goddess
Heaven and Earth will you rule as queen, but to me
To me you are the premiere enchantress.
- Written by: Conor O'Neill
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