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Do not fear,
Father,
For in his soul
He is a good man

Do not worry,
Brother,
For in his heart
He loves me so

I will be fine,
Mother,
For with his might
He will never hurt me

I love him,
Myself,
And though he be one to kill
He will never kill me and I him

Do not fret,
My cherished ones,
For though he be strange and violent
He only exists in my head

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