Comfort the grieving mother,
Soothe her wounds,
Tell her stories of the heroes,
Whose names are embraced by eternity.
Tell her that her martyred son is not alone...
The glory has befriended him,
And martyrdom has given birth to him.
Tell her anything that will comfort her,
And bring back the smile to her beautiful crimson lips,
The greatest curse
Is always born from the sorrow of mothers.
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