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every night as the stars align my weary parts, my rusty heart recalls to mind of your hands in mine and the words i often heard said "if god demands it, then we cant help it" a cycle born through pain and scorn reaper, sir, dont you take me yet while these thoughts fill my head could i try? could changing leave me gratified, even if its not what you wanted for my afterlife if i turned out like you, oh would you be mad is disapproval what it takes to live again?