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Her Grace
T'was the same old dreadful place
A hollow, a pit, and a girl
She's sleeping soundly until
The demon touched her grace

Out of her mind, she laughed
Keeping it hidden like a boil
But no water can separate oil
And no pain is healed in epitaph

Washing the dishes, she hurt her hand
Cleaning the dining room, she fell down
Doing nothing at all, she was tortured more
Now, she's laying face up, breath no more

I didn't want to lose me from this despair
But no soil can bury this nightmare
Gladly, I'll take the devil with me
Sadly, I couldn't make it until a savior finds me
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