| Creature | % Correct |
|---|---|
| Blind with {hate} are these eyes | 100%
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| Could they do what they've {done}? | 100%
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| How I wonder if ever had these hands been held with {compassion} | 100%
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| These {eyes}? | 100%
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| These {hands} | 100%
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| These {hands} | 100%
|
| These {hands} | 100%
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| What of these {eyes}? | 100%
|
| And these {ears} do hear her crying | 80%
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| Could it once be that someone gazed into these eyes with {affection} | 80%
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| How I {fear} for these hands | 80%
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| And our {end} will not come | 60%
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| And saw {good} deep within | 60%
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| And {why} | 60%
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| As blood of the {innocent} runs red upon these hands | 60%
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| A soul that could love is now helplessly {chained} to these hands | 60%
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| By this {man} | 60%
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| Do these lips curl with madness and {pain}, crying in vain? | 60%
|
| Having tasted of {vengeance} | 60%
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| If I only can feel what I felt when I {held} her within | 60%
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| Till {justice} is done | 60%
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| Unforgiving, {unmerciful} hands | 60%
|
| And this terrible hide with its {poison} inside | 40%
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| And will never know {laughter} or song, ever so long | 40%
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| Hated limbs and foul {heart}, I would tear them apart | 40%
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| These {detestable} hands | 40%
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| These unfeeling, {contemptible} hands | 40%
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