oh holy the past and holy the future
and holy the hell of the present
forgiveness lies in the scent of the rose
that clings to the heel that crushed it
I have regrets but no remorse
I knew this would be a hard course
but I didn't know it would be that hard
and somewhere in that is the glory
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