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With grace my mother can you play the harp |
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Like an angel to a saint |
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I feel so lonely the loved falling far from grasp |
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Dei gratia, |
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heal the wounds that cut so deep |
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To never cease feeling such misery, so real |
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To utter with a lisp, so subtle |
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Ab initio ad finem |
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I kiss your forehead |
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You clasp to my palms |
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The uterus from which gave birth |
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Stares withered and sopine |
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Hide the cries you so hear |
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Stripping you so naked |
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Wipe the sweat from your brow |
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Weeping to a given drought |
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The shrouding of the light |
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Death is your god send |
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Upon your final breath the skin upon my arm rigours |
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Deus misereatur de profundis quantum libet |
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Taedium vitae esto perpetua |