The pleas of a thief,
Can pull the strings...
Of one with a forgiving heart.
And the sighs of a dysfunctional childhood,
Drop from regretting eyes...
Buckets of weeping tears.
But the pleas of a thief,
Caught disceiving in action...
Had every intention to remain a crook.
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