It's 10.39
And the crescent moon watches me
Glares through my window
Each day it grows
Each day it knows
It's pious
And judges me
Shaking its luminary head
Sees all that's gone
Sees what I've done
A few weeks
When in its full anger
Will I crumble under its powerful stare
Confess what's within
Confess to my sins
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