If I pass your way, I want to hear you say;
How you have borrowed me and left your marks;
How you have washed my tears in rolling waves.
If I ask you, I want to hear you say;
Whose birth is left me to hell and has embraced the bed I lay;
He has been there for me everyday.
In a proud whisper, I want to hear you say;
I will wear him as passing clouds who is naked before me;
In a crowd, I will cry, I want to hear you say;
I will be his crown for every pain that burns on his face - because it is he - who loved me.
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