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The three visions, the Mother Superior bore |
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A bitter forewarning of what was in store |
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This infant so frail must not grow to be strong |
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The world was at risk if she waited too long |
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So veiled by the blackness of night she did creep |
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And enter where mother and child were both asleep |
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And onwards she moved to where the crib lay |
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She leant over the baby and started to pray |
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She prayed for forgiveness for what she would do |
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She prayed that the knife in her hand would aim true |
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But all of a sudden she was now paralyzed |
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The baby daughter had opened her eyes |