Sword of Gold

Satan's daughter is on my shoulder;
In her hand a sword of gold.
So I'll stray into her garden,
And I'd plant the love we know. 
And the moon's incoming faster,
So we'll see the white doves go.
Shall the Maypole be your master?
Will you watch the heavens glow?
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