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| Oh Father, why hast thou forsaken me? Why am I destined to die alone and goatless? | |
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| And why, lord, why? Why must the world be so cruel? Why must I be forced to suffer this eternal torment, this hateful blackness that life offers me. | |
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| Oh goat... I wonder where you are now. All I know is that we're both breathing the same air, both dreaming the same dreams, both looking up at the same stars tonight. | |
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