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Repentance
Perhaps I was pretentious,
tried to be expressive,
yes, I am a fool somehow,
I think I linger,
lingering quietly,
precious like November rain,
inside your mind dear,
a scapegoat to implore and render all your fears…
tried to be expressive,
yes, I am a fool somehow,
I think I linger,
lingering quietly,
precious like November rain,
inside your mind dear,
a scapegoat to implore and render all your fears…
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