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The pain never stops |
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The race ignore me |
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I sit here twisted, and it hurts me. |
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The Son is near |
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His way made for him |
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Among the hopes |
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Ten thousand suffering |
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Oh how my heart aches |
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The brilliant stories cascade about me |
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To be handsome again |
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Thou art all deformed, and I feel your pain |
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What I touch with my hand, I touch with my heart. |
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The affection of stillness |
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Kiss the hand that blesses me |
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And as the panting ceased |
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My blood runs now fierce |
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This when I was young, before I knew nothing |
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Now I'm the hunted, for the guilt that stains my hands. |
