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Faith
While the ground is freshly tilled still. Tempt not my heart to feel less these: my fears, For I alone must accept Devine will. Question not why He has taken my child, While her mothers arms longing to caress. This mother has not future reconcile, Fate holds doom to a childless mothers breast Question not my womb now empty of life While she lay asleep in loneliest death. I have all rights to sink in deepest strife And question this God whose will took her breath. See now my reasons are significant, Thus I remain always belligerent.
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