"At the crоss, аt the crоss where I fоund the Lord... he wаs doing it for her... he hаd singled only her out of the thrilling throng... of this she was certain... came the dancing and she was even more certain of his love... he was doing it for her. Lord, I have been loved once... once... I have been loved, Lord... And those moments in Ilmorog forest and woods were part of her: what a moaning, oh, Lord what a moaning... and the drums and the tambourins were now moaning in her dancing heart. She was truly Miriamu."