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She came to me one morning,
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her long hair flowing in the mid-winter wind.
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I know not how she found me,
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and destruction lay around me
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from a fight I could not win.
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Ahahaaahaahah, ahahaaahahaha !
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She asked me name my foe then.
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to fight and kill their brothers
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And I begged her give me horses
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so eager was my passion
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to devour this waste of life.
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Ahahaaahaahah, ahahaaahahaha !
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But she would not think of battle
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so easy to begin and yet impossible to end.
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For she the mother of all men
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I feared to walk alone again
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and asked if she would stay.
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Ahahaaahaahah, ahahaaahahaha !
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“Oh lady lend your hand,” I cried,
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“Have faith and trust in me,”
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There is no strength in numbers.
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But when you need me
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be assured I won’t be far away.
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Ahahaaahaahah, ahahaaahahaha !
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Thus having spoke she turned away
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I stood and watched until
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My labor is no easier,
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I find new heart each time
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I think upon that windy day.
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And if one day she comes to you
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Take courage from her as your prize
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and say hello for me.
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Ahahaaahaahah, ahahaaahahaha !
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