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I pray everyday to be strong For I know what I do must be wrong It was many years ago that I became what I am She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans She's innocent and young from a family of means I have stood many times outside her window at night To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight How could I be this way when I pray to god above I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love bo-golden