Repentance
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A cold shiver
Runs down my spine
The faults I've done
Never leaves my mind
The penitent heart
Has no trade
But it beats quite hard
Inside the person it hates
Senses, come alive
But seconds, never rewind
Beneath the exultant mountain
Dead are the bits of smiles
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