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The pain never stopsThe race ignore meI sit here twisted, and it hurts meThe Son is nearHis way made for himAmong the hopesTen thousand sufferingOh how heart achesThe brilliant stories cascade about meTo be handsome again Thou art all deformed, and I feel your painWhat I touch with my hand, I touch with my heartThe affection of stillnessKiss the hand that blesses meAnd as the panting ceasesMy blood runs now fierceThis when I was young, before I know nothingNow I'm the hunted for the guilt that stains my hands