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    Accuse me of this, trusting what I ingest
    To think or confess, silence seems to be best
    Speaking of words, accepting it would be worse
    And solace comes first, it forfeits here in retrieving

    Every last reason for wanting of evidence
    With all things beside us that line up as residence
    Everything left be a waste of time

    Perfect as this, to only realize a guess
    Conflicts can rest, what takes precedence next?
    Keeping with words, how can I be assured?
    Solace comes first, it forfeits here in retrieving

    Every last reason for wanting of evidence
    With all things beside us that line up as residence
    Everything left be a waste of time

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