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Miscreation, Tell me how it came to this. Repay me the price I've paid, Find me the grave where I'll lay, I can't take this pain again. Wisdom holds no age in this land, And I can't forget, I can't forgive, Lives to lose, dreams to live... A fall from grace so unprepared. I've always questioned the truth. Never for you, Never for you again...
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