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This greatist hour was hallowed and thandered
By angel's choirs; fire melted sky.
He asked his Father:"Why am I abandoned.
And told his Mother: "Mother, do not cry.
Magdalena struggled, cried and moaned.
Piter sank into the stone trance.
Only there, where Mother stood alone,
None has dared cast a single glance.
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