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In the tumult of youth
I forgot about your promise of our tryst
My love for live overflowed
In the death of your splendor and now
As I make haste towards my own death
My pride breaks under it's own weight
The clamor of truth
Beats steadily in my breast as your love
Tears into the sheath of my pain
The sin is mine
And I weep at my unworthiness
To tend your garden
