| She came to me one morning, one lonely Sunday morning
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| Her long hair flowing in the mid-winter's wind
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| I know not how she found me, for in darkness I was walking
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| And destruction lay around me, from a fight I could not win
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| Ahh ahh ahh ahh
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| She asked me name my foe then, I said the need within some men
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| To fight and kill their brothers, without thought of love or God
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| And I begged her give me horses to trample down my enemy
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| So eager was my passion to devour this waste of life
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| Ahh ahh ahh
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| But she wouldn’t think of battle that, reduces men to animals
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| So easy to begin and yet impossible to end
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| For she the mother of all men, had counceled me so wisely that
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| I feared to walk alone again and asked if she would stay
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| Oh lady lend your hand I cried, oh let me rest here by your side
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| Have faith and trust in me she said, and filled my heart with life
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| There’s no strength in numbers, have no such misconception
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| But when you need me be assured I won’t be far away
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| Thus having spoke she turned away, and 'though I found no words to say
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| I stood and watched until I saw her black cloak disappear
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| My labour is no easier but I know I’m not alone
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| I find new heart each time I think upon that windy day
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| And if one day she comes to you, drink deeply from her words so wise
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| Take courage from her as your prize and say hello from me |