Fall from Grace
Strip me of my home, my peace, my rest
Brand the scarlett A directly into my chest
Send me out barefoot, dressed only in rags
Shave my head and lash my legs
that all who are good may know my shame
and spit at the mention of my loathsome name
Let them throw stones that bite then fall
I will not dodge for I deserve it all
But then, please, you must grant me this
let me once more taste my lover�s kiss
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