Prides Not Power Before The Fall
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James McLain
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We can never take it back,
What we said
Or what we did, so we cry.
True regrets,
Who can truly be forgiven, it's a word.
And redemption,
Is being faced with the same circumstances,
And not afraid they you will give in.
So we take out those old photos,
The ones where we have aged.
And before the thought is gone, we
Go outside,
Just to feel the sun as it was on that one day.
And hang a mirror in your home,
Where one was never hung.
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