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What is left.....
It winds up the pain of chain,
With each blow you dare to rain,
Not that I want to take again,
But what is left for me to gain.
Scars that you leave behind as stain,
Every action you bound to command,
Not that I love what...
With each blow you dare to rain,
Not that I want to take again,
But what is left for me to gain.
Scars that you leave behind as stain,
Every action you bound to command,
Not that I love what...
