I thought of you more and more
Thinking that the longer I thought
The better I would understand
The unfathomable
That some call a shame
That some call a sin
The Self murder
That I with all my thinking,
Call a Sacrafice
I call you noble, brave
After I searched for the reason
And I found the reason
But even more than reason
I found the reason why
Has never had
nor will ever have
the power to comfort
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