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P.L. I wrote this in seven minutes at 1:36am. But I hope You can get the gist (Other) by smlink84 Misery and shame
Are his blame
He suffered,
For my name.
The flower of spring
Bloomed in winter,
Light of the world
Conviction like splinters.
How do I thank you,
How shall I praise you,
From my daily bread
I turn to you.
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