Self-portrait
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Forgive me sister for I've sinned
now you must make pay
hurt me well, hard as hell,
so that I will be purified
Come and conquer my heart
with your voice and your laughter
Even though you don't care
this should happen much faster
The eclipse of my soul,
my soul is very old
old as time, cold as ice
and covered with bitter scars
The old man sang
and the crowd burst in tears
would that happen to me
I'll reveal you my fears
In my hour of pain
there was no-one around
not a friend, not a foe,
but now I'm back for good
They say that I'm cold
and I do plead guilty
But you can not blame me
you don't know what I've been through.
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