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The accused will rise
To be torn in two
Guilty of nothing but loving you
This is the judgement
And I'm willing to plead
Now you don't want me
Hoping this torment will cease
Will I be released?
There'll be lies
There'll be tears
A jury of your peers
With the pitiful look of experience
Hand down the judgement
And if I've done wrong
And loved you too long
Stand up and just testify
How can you deny it?
Objection overruled
I wait for my reprieve
With trust of the deceived
The wisdom of the fooled
Is his sorrowful face too heavy for his head?
'Cos he bowed it as something hung over him
It was the judgement
He falls to his knees
"Have mercy on me"
He clings to the hem of her gown
She says, "Just take him down"
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