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The sigh of summer upon my returnFifteen alike since I was hereBathed in deep fog, blurring my trailSnuffing the first morning raysWeary from what might have been agesStill calm with my mind at peaceWould I prosper or fall, drain the pastThe lapse of the moment took it's turnI was foul and tainted, devoid of faithWearing my death-mask at birthThe hands of God, decrepit and thinCold caress and then nothingI was taken away from my plightA treason bestowed to the crowdBranded a jonah with fevered bloodUngodly freak, defilerPale touch, writhing in the embersDamp mud burning in my eyesAll the faces turned awayAnd all would sneer at my demiseOutcast with dogmas forged belowSeared and beaten, banished from where I was bornNo mercy would help me on my wayIn the pouring rain nothing is the same

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