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Mother sin, you know my bent Responsible for all That colours the paths I have gone A tragedy was torn From innocence and sorrow To a region I belong Where days of trust grown Inside life Have not existed for one stand Not even Day Has come.I may obey. Path into black. Raven on my shoulder. Bow to spiritual. You who taught me conjuration In hours of hellish creed; Fragile, grey-haired picture dead Why you will pass, and I will sneer.
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