return

stars, be bright, and tell your kin:
we tried so hard to flee from sin,
but treasure troves of goods we stole
was lost, was free, we can't recall
the thrill of taking what wasn't ours
crystallized our very souls
transfixed we stood then looked above
and saw that we have wronged our love;
go, hurry, and tell your kin:
save us from our sin.