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"Nobody knows, nobody knows the pain You suffered
No one can know, can truly know the pain You suffered
The pictures show You hanging from The Cross
No marks but the five wounds, but that's not the way it was
How many know you were covered from the soles of Your feet to the crown of Your head?
Covered with wounds, bleeding, not an inch of You free from torment
How many know?

Five thousand four hundred-eighty
blows you suffered."

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