I'll change my name from mercy to misery
as I am made to be through days of injury
I am blind by hopeful folly
that I could live without my melancholy
My own skin I can no longer feel
Lost in the mist of dreams and Real
I shall again find peace of mind
in solitude of a softer kind
Until then I will voice every tear
till you lay beside me near
and in whispers, Love me
till I again maybe Mercy
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