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Triolet: I Lost My Way
I saw the path; the signs were clear,
And then, O Lord, I lost my way.
With victory sure, the prize was near.
I saw the path; the signs were clear.
A heartless man who rules with fear
Is ever sure to win the day.
I saw the path; the signs were clear,
And then, O Lord, I lost my way.
Mirrored from Lorenzo's Workshop.