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SAmhe came to me one morning, one lonely Sunday morning,
Cher long hair flowingG in the mid-winter wind.
AmI know not how she found me, for in darkness I was walking,
Cand destruction lay around me from Ga fight I could not win.
AmShe asked me name my foe then. I said the need within some men
Cto fight and kill their brotheGrs without thought of men or god.
AmAnd I begged her give me horses to trample down my enemies,
Cso eager was my passion to deGvour this waste of life.
AmBut she would not think of battle that reduces men to animals,
Cso easy to begin and yet Gimpossible to end.
AmFor she the mother of all men had counciled me so wisely that
CI feared to walk alone again and Gasked if she would stay.
Am"Oh lady lend your hand," I cried, "Oh let me rest here at your side."
C"Have faith and trust in me," shGe said and filled my heart with life.
AmThere is no strength in numbers. I've no such misconceptions.
CBut when you need me be assured I wonG't be far away.
AmThus having spoke she turned away and though I found no words to say
CI stood and watched until I saw Gher black cloak disappear.
AmMy labor is no easier, but now I know I'm not alone.
CI find new heart each timeG I think upon that windy day.
AmAnd if one day she comes to you drink deeply from her words so wise.
CTake courage from her as your prize Gand say hello for me
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