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Just give me nails |
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To be my burden |
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Crucified emotions struggle to survive |
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And the truth, she has not heard for long |
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Cold and bare, but sacred ? |
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Who has the guts to spread such lies |
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A picture of a willow - with a widow in black |
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A child ton bear - in blooming beauty |
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For she gave birth to dust |
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Roses covered by a layer of snow |
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Freezing wind surrounding, |
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What you call holy feet |
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Just a child without a wooden cross |
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Afflicted hands towards heaven |
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How could you dare deny ? |
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How can you blame a widow |
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For detesting who you are ? |
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Bare of sore - touch naked boundaries |
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And empty hands - a widow's life |