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So many tears have been flowering in my grave |
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So many flowers have been withering on it |
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Alone in this jail, |
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I hear the wind caressing my gravestone |
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Loneliness is timeless and my sufferings endless |
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Silence. I can't stand it. |
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I hate It. |
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I feel the vermin swarming through my body |
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My limbs are decaying like old fruits. |
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I'm doomed to stay here, my soul is trapped |
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Who condamns me? |
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Why? What have |
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I done? Where is my god? |
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Anyone is perfect, we all are sinners |
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Humanity is what it is |
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Temptation is human lust too |
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Who has the right to judge us? |
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Neither a god, nor the humans. |