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I walked with you on roadways Long trodden by horse and man I told you ancient stories That whispered a better plan I held you in my arms and more And gently dressed your sores As my chalice overflowed I named the farthest shores With my blood and battered tools I built you houses on the plain And taught you how to find Passages to take the pain I showed you how to hold A knife to slice your bread Your eyes lit up as they beheld A way to strike me dead |