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Peters denial He said I come with open arms And I pray you heed my word But we all just stood, to gawk and stare And thought it all absurd And I heard him cry a mournful cry As the tears fell down his face And I heard him scream and beg and plead The sincerity of his case And there I did bare witness Though it shames me to admit For I was one, like all the rest To play my chosen bit To turn an ear both deaf and dumb Though no one dared to speak We held our tongue, and at least for some With a tear upon our cheek And I saw again the sadness From the look up in his eyes As all those now around him Bade his words were naught but lies And I bowed my head in silence As not to look his way again And this now I do tell you Is the cause of all my sin
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