Mother sin, you know my bent
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Responsible for all
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That colours the paths
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I have gone
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A tragedy was torn
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From innocence and sorrow
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To a region I belong
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Where days of trust grown
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Inside life
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Have not existed for one stand
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Not even
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Day
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Has come.
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I may obey.
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Path into black.
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Raven on my shoulder.
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Bow to spiritual.
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You who taught me conjuration
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In hours of hellish creed;
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Fragile, grey-haired picture dead
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Why you will pass, and I will sneer.
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Spiritual
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