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I know it in my heart

I know it in my heart;
The Moon's reign is but a lie. 
For an ocean and a half apart, 
The sun sits in the sky.

How is it that among such stars 
The Moon can still be bright? 
And not just shine but shine so well
To dim out other light. 

Yet the Moon is but a mirror, 
And cannot shine alone. 
She steals her light from others, 
And casts it as her own. 

She is a lonesome queen
With sorrow in her soul. 
A thieving, wretched, loathsome thing,
Who wishes to be whole. 

In this I feel I am the Moon, 
And all the world is night. 
But dawn is quick and coming soon, 
To drown me in her light.