The Thief
Who robs me of my purse is welcome to his gain.
Who taketh from my fame doth naught to cause me pain.
Who rifles me of love takes naught of mine away
For true love once possessed remains secure for aye.
Who robs me of my name need fear no harm from me
If only I am sure of my integrity,
But he who steals my faith — ah, he's indeed a thief
Who robs a trusting human soul of its Belief!
Who taketh from my fame doth naught to cause me pain.
Who rifles me of love takes naught of mine away
For true love once possessed remains secure for aye.
Who robs me of my name need fear no harm from me
If only I am sure of my integrity,
But he who steals my faith — ah, he's indeed a thief
Who robs a trusting human soul of its Belief!
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