Four hundred-ninety? Is that what you meant?

It's what you said, so If it's not quite what

You meant, another message should be sent.

Am I not right on this forgiveness rut?

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You see, thing is that I lose count sometimes,

I'm sure though that it's now a hundred plus.

Perhaps a thousand, infinte in lines.

I'll count the grains of sand, just ask. But this?

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I can't count this, my unclear eyes. Amen.

My heart is just not clear. It would be easy

Forgiving if I didn't care, but then

I wouldn't be forgiving, just forgetting.

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And so this time, it's as easy as the first.

Four hundred ninety-one. Forgive the worst.