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Behold, she is coming with the clouds

And going with the wind.

She tears down the walls of heaven

And brings us maladies.

All the tribes of the earth kneel before her

And speak her name with grace.

She haunts the earthly palace

And takes us in her arms.

I have the keys of life and death.

I am the monarch of the seven stars.

I scatter the storms all over the world.

I bring the sun into your hearts.

Behold, she is coming like a thief

With a mouth full of honey & blood.

She casts down the clouds of sorrow

The wicked fall under her strength.

She will give freely to him who is thirsty

from the spring of the water of life.

Like a tree planted by the streams of water

That brings forth its fruits of joy.

The skies - are ashen and cold

The nights have unfold

The wings of the plagues.

So call - the sweet memories

And save the green leaves

From the grip of the cold.

Whose leaf also does not wither.

Whatever she does shall prosper.