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Sins
The sins we commit, in shadows they hide,
Whispers of wrong, like a rising tide.
A glance turned to greed, a word full of spite,
In the silence of night, we lose the light.
With hearts full of envy, we stumble and fall, ...
Whispers of wrong, like a rising tide.
A glance turned to greed, a word full of spite,
In the silence of night, we lose the light.
With hearts full of envy, we stumble and fall, ...
