The wind is howling round my ears,
I face the judgement of my peers.
I didn't do it yet they believe,
And I'm not granted a reprieve.
Let me go to prove my worth,
Let me go, look not with mirth,
I stead you smirk and smile at me,
I look for good, but it's bad I see.
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