| Margaret:
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| «Choir practice today
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| There’s no excuse to stay away»
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| Alice was still in bed
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| A piercing pain, in her head
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| Her condition got worse
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| A fellow Sister:
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| «If you don’t go, you’ll be coerced»
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| So she made her way up to the choir
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| Margaret:
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| «Sing!»
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| She could hardly climb the stairs
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| Margaret:
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| «Sing like an angel!»
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| Alice:
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| «Oh God,» she cried
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| «There's blood on the choir stalls»
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| Her pregnancy exposed, blood has drenched her clothes
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| «Oh God, my child»
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| Her blood on the choir stalls
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| Margaret:
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| Brazen Pharisee, you broke your chastity"
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| A stream of blood like claret
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| And the child came out dead
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| The sisters were petrified in fear
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| Margaret:
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| «No!
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| You won’t blemish and defile
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| These halls no more
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| I’ll get rid of the child
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| You others, clean that floor!»
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| Margaret:
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| «Sin!
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| Fornication means damnation!
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| …Damnation!»
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| Alice:
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| «Oh God,» she cried
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| «There's blood on the choir stalls»
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| Her pregnancy exposed, blood has drenched her clothes
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| «Oh God, my child»
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| Her blood on the choir stalls
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| Margaret:
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| Brazen Pharisee, you broke your chastity"
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| The pain was sharp and searing
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| Like a hot coal, burning in her stomach
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| Like being eaten from inside
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| Margaret:
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| «Take her away
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| To the tower
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| She brought disgrace on this holy place
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| Isolated she shall dwell
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| In her tower cell
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| No on should ever to speak to her… again» |