Where I went astray,
In the darkness of the light's betray,
Where I committed crimes,
Singing of unknown times;
Where my mind did seek,
To comfort my thoughts bleak,
His bliss of reality,
All, but in vanity;
Where lived the only ones whom I cared,
Where the sweetness was marred,
I, in sorrow, accept what I now beget,
For this, I hence regret,
I hence regret.
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