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Abbe. Abbe.
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- Abbe-
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Abbe. Abbe.
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Abbe. Abbe.
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Abbe! Abbe!
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You best come quick, Abbe !
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He's written
all over the walls.

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Used his own filth.
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- Made him self a kind of paint.
- Dear God.

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- The stench !
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- Free his mouth.
- You mustn't do that, sir.

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I must grant him his last rites.
Give me your dagger.

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Leave us.
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- Shh.
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I failed to save your soul in life.
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I won't fail in death.
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Dear Heavenly Father,
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prove Your infinite mercy...
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and open Your gates
to this man,

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no less Your child
than any other.

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There is...
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in each of us...
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such beauty...
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and such abomination.
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No man is exempt.
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Forgive him.

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