When a small window set into the for side's wall
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puts on a bight smile
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and another day's light fills this little space of mine
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then also I can afford to make a smile
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my left leg is becoming numb
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it seems to be rotting
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when the birds sing I can forget the pain of my ley
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and this solitude
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"sometimes I have thought that
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perhaps my life will go on forever
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fortunately it's very mild today
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the chilly room takes me in its arms warmly
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just like a mother's breast
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thank you sun for your touch"
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did I commit a crime?
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did I really kill him?
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what an incredible!
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I can't understand
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did I really kill him?
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no! no! never!
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I never did
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make your decision again
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obviously I am innocent
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respectable judge
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did you sonsider his environment?
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is it a crime ti be born into a poor family?
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at rge sametime that so many people are meeting death
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so many babies are also born
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who did kill him?
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who does punish a person for his crime?
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some are chosen thile others are not
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at least that choice is to be in our society
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did you feel too thirsty for hunger?
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does our society need you as a judge?
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do you have a gualification to be one?
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the balance of the woman of justice cracked
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who does punish him?
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in the name of god
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the criterion of good where does it come?
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it's time for it is only natural
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The Confession Of Condemned Criminal
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