And Behold the Moon
I watch in every night at the stars
I have even a window above to the bed which
gives their light
and even though it's not easy
I try to take all that things just as they are
in their relationship with me
I'm tired of being the little pickpocket
I want to steal all that remains
I'll be there
I’ll put me back.
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