| Silence before the storm
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| I reach the house hidden by the night
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| A light I saw I knocked all quietly
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| I entered; |
| a woman sat by the spinning wheel
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| «What brings you here my child», she asked?
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| «Don't you know our lady keeps her secrets well?»
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| It’s my life I am running from
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| It’s my fate I am hiding from,
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| Oh, would the Goddess speak to me?
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| Her ways I don’t understand, the mysteries that I must know,
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| Oh, would the Mother see through me?
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| «Why don’t you rest my child», she said, «I will seek her advice,
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| I will wake you when it’s time»
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| All night by the spinning wheel, she sang an ancient tune and in the morn' her
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| work was done
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| In the distance I heard a call, I awoke and I held the spindle in my hand
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| My other hand it held new life, the Goddess had been by my side and her
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| blessing was mine. |