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I've seen them, so dark
Black and yet fine
The flower they carry
Had once been mine
Get away from me, man of stories
Robe of lies
Stay far from me, I lie to myself
I, I need help, but not from you or your father
No Jesus Christ, who's my saviour?
Lose myself in God's death
No, I can't bear all this pain
I had watched the snow all day falling
It never lets up, all day falling
I lifted my voice and wept out loud
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