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Merely, the hardest thing

I must ever do

Is express myself through remorse

Especially when being in the wrong

And alas my dearest, in this moment

You were in the right, all along

 
Thus, where my heart begins to fight

It starts by raging war

Against that of solemn shame

And now of 'tis wounded pride

But, the forces they gather among a storm

And begin by choosing up on rival sides

 
But, out of whitest mist

Onto that of whiter horse

The guardian, love comes rushing in

As that of saving arbitrator

Destined to always win

 
“On bended knee, I plead unto thee

My fairest, grant thy just and forgiveness

All that I have to offer is my humbling sincerity

And that of remaining heart

As to thee, now I hand these words “I am so deeply sorry”
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