Full moon up above

I steal it’s reflection and selfishly keep it to myself

Whistles from the train can’t even pull me out

Storm clouds stand guard outside my window

I have done nothing wrong

But before the eyes of God, I am a sinner

I sleep with my treasures close at hand

For there are many like me in the world

And I don’t wanna risk losing it

I have to keep this preciousness to myself

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