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