| Once again these bitter herbs,
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| The perfect complement to all your cryptic words.
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| I nod but don’t know what to say,
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| But I know you,
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| And I believe you’re who you say you are so I,
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| I will follow you,
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| Lay down my life.
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| I would die for you,
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| This very night.
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| Once again the bread and wine,
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| But it seems the meanings may be deeper still this time,
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| And you surprised me when you said I’d fall away;
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| Don’t you know me?
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| I could never be ashamed of you.
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| I will follow you,
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| Lay down my life.
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| I would die for you,
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| This very night.
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| I’ve never been this cold,
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| The fire’s gravity compels,
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| Like planets cling to Sol,
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| I feel my orbit start to fail,
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| Like moths to flame I come,
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| Too close and all my oaths are burned
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| As stars begin to run,
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| All my accusers take their turn,
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| And calling curses down.
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| From my lips lies like poison spill,
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| And then that awful sound,
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| The sound of prophesy fulfilled,
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| And then I met your eyes,
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| And I remember everything,
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| And something in me dies,
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| The night that I betrayed my king… |