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Mary

And if you ask me what a Christian is
I'd say—not him who's pure in word and deed,
or goes to all the Sunday services,
or says his prayers, or knows the proper creed, 

but that one who would gladly give away
all that he has now or has ever been
to stand between the dark tomb and the day
and know the moment of the Magdalene.