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You have pierced me, human being, |
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it wasn't for the first time and I believe it wasn't for the last time. |
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You even don't know it |
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but so often you are shedding my blood, |
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frequently I do not have the strength for you. |
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Then I retire into my palace veiled |
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in the morning vesture of apathy. |
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Still I haven't found inside of you |
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what I am looking for a long time. |
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Silently I just beg this wasn't phantasm... |
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How much more shedded blood and tears is |
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awaiting before my soul comes home? |
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The eyes of mine sow the wistful |
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longing on the firmament. |
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I will give you mercy... even I am bleeding |
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Mercy and sympathy... the arms of the strong and longing ones. |
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When I advance on my way... I'll begin to pray for you. |