I have eaten
The figs,
God,
Those were
On the tree
And which
You are probably
Saving
For the unrighteous
Forgive me
I am repentant
So fearful
And so sinful.
The figs,
God,
Those were
On the tree
And which
You are probably
Saving
For the unrighteous
Forgive me
I am repentant
So fearful
And so sinful.
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