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Who am I, the person in my heart?
The girl below the layers of pretence? Who am I, and should I now part With cruelty - my weapon and defence? Who am I? The one hiding behind The anger and the fury against you? Just sorrow and pain, trapped in my mind – And yet the love there still remains true! Who am I? My sobs fall more heavy than the rain But the thunderstone drowns out what little sound I make - for the sorrow, love and pain Are held back by bars, and pressed to the ground!
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