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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