Crucifix

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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.
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?" And told his Mother: "Mother, do not cry.
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" II Magdalena struggled, cried and moaned.
Piter sank into the stone trance.
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Only there, where Mother stood alone, None has dared cast a single glance.

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