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She sat there spinning
Long tales of old
From her thread
She fed it
A hungry monster of life
From her own wool.
She sat there spinning
Stories not yet told
From calloused hands
She gave it form
Bulky flax to slender fiber
From ceaseless work
Be kind to her that
Holds mens’ lives
Oi! Undone in a single twist
Be pleasant to her
Lest she be your bane
O! Fair woman of the wheel
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