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She was the Mother She needed another

She dared the great void, the chaos, the dark,

To find the cold ho spark

The as fearsome, the darkness complete

Chaos was freezing, and reached out for Her heat

The Mother was brave The danger was grave

She drew from cold chaos the creative source,

Then conceiving within, She fled with life-force

She greith the life that She carried inside

And gave of Herself with love and with pride

The Mother was bearing Her life She was sharing

The dark empty void and the vast barren Earth,

With anticipation, awaited the birth

Life drank from Her blood, it breathed from Her

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