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Do Not Fear

Grow wise, I did, but not before

She whispered in my ear,

Those words so deep from ages past

To chill my soul with fear.

How could I know she was my friend,

This angel inside night.

She told me things about myself

I fought with all my might.

Do not fear, she said to me,

Do not fear at all,

Do not fear wherever you go,

Do not fear the call.

Be patient, yes, she told me then,

Be patient, strong and true,

Be patient with the past you made,

The dead know more than you.

I knew a place that named the night

A peaceful enterprise.

It was a place above the sea

Where I saw paradise.

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