There is a sin I must confess
before it gives me more distress
every time I go to sleep
the guilt inside me makes me weep.
When I tell you my regret
let that satisfy my debt
repentant heart forever pure
because I've found the perfect cure.
By whispering my darkest deed
I hope to find I do not need
at night the lonely streets to roam
instead of writing one more poem.
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