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A child in the night

Cursed to survive

Love like quicksand

And deflowered maid in tow

My woes

Yet I wandered through the gilded halls

A dreadful daughter of wretched martyr

Sick to marrow and to bone

Your fevered mother would care and bother

And love her like one of her own

Her words: [Ian Anderson]

The word of Christ tells us to forgive transgressions (Save me)

It is through Him we can distinguish right from wrong (Scold me)

A penurious handmaid gave birth to a girl in our carе (Cleanse me)

Wе are compelled to persevere in place of the estranged father

Until his return

Bestowed upon my weary head

Was a secret (Veiled and untold)

But your mother was dying faster

And by my penance, in disarray

Her ruin looking on

A delinquent's confession

Death

Her bane and protector