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I had not allowed myself sufferance to bear your consequence. Sing to me my faults and the misleadings of my heart, that I may learn the path to salvation. Who would love one so fearful and meek; sorrowful for things done wrong and not knowing how to do right. Sing to me once more, tell me how you despise my sight, so that I might lie in peace; that the stillness of my heart in wait may not keep me from the rest my body and mind so long for.