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Castigation Of Eye

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I am
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my own Judas
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my own Brutus
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my own Arnold of Benedict �
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never did i benefit
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from going against my own grain
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letting my mind tell lies
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to my heart
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where reason
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led to treason
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leaving me wondering
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when have i ever �
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truly been in season?
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