I pardon ev'ry sting I feel
from ev'ry friend and foe,
but there's no balsam in ae soul
for any word or blow
I've ever struck 'gainst them or thee.
So, who's to pardon me?
I bear a scar from ev'ry scratch
I've left on those who've felt
my ire, and on my soul I touch
a red and angry whelt
for all I've done and all I be.
So, who's to pardon me?
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