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Let these sins I wear
Be birthed from my womb. When in my belly They served me well And when disbanded, alas I should love them too. Leave your baggage at the door And come to me Wholeheartedly. Come to me friend But ye best be adorned In your own skin For both our minds Ought to be naked To truly melt on in to one another
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