I am born
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But still not living
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And pray for her
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When her soul descends
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Living the life
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Known to mankind
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And pray for her
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When gloom moves into mourning
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Born out of darkness
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And sculptured into the shape of
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brightness
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And pray for her
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When the blood of hers reveals
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I was set to be
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The carrier of Sorrow
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And pray for her
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When demurity is forced away
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Which cluster me into a world
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Of specimens for me unknown
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And pray for her
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When nature betrays her again
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I am one of natures mistakes
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Not only born decades to late
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And pray for her
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When you shalt be forced to see
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The image of her creation
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But not able to survive
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Born and killed at the same tide
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And pray for me once more
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Merely because she was made into
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Me...
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And Pray For Me
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| Peccatum |
