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Beyond this retched soul
Hides a wanderer
With something he stole
From a worshipper

Don't bash him
Nor even send death
I've been through this like him
Almost lost my breath

Got something up my sleeve
Look and see from within
That's my soul with grief
Always kept hidden

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