Perfect Not.
Perfect, perfect, once was I, I fell from heaven, my perfect died. I lost something, that he did gain, But gave it not, I took pain. I lost the ground, that I did stand, He took something, none understand. I want through hell, to find my way, Fear found me not, until today.
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