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Her gentle hand in his
Revelation serves as bliss
They walk away from sunshine
Led to believe the lie
His lust for untouched youth
A well kept secret sealed
His every night confession
Reveals the most profane obsession
Their trust is won and fate is conquered
The essence of conviction
Why me?
I did no wrong
I did not know
You lied to me
I meant no harm
And I am blaming me
Hand in hand down the altar aisle
Her fatherīs presence brings her to a smile
A grand welcome from the assembled crowd
Greeted as the "circles" first child
Undressed to nothing and held to the sky
Her smile is gone and she starts to cry
Desperately seeking her fatherīs eyes
But he sees nothing
Heīs blind.