Secret

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This needs to remain a secret
No words should be used
No signs or pictures
It’s our secret… “Cross my heart hope to die…”

Our thoughts begin to rumble
But we are silent now
And feelings let the wind blow
Tongues start to mumble… “Stick a needle in my eye…”

I’ll not tell on you this time
I’ll keep this all rhymes of mine
Some secrets are meant to remain intact
Some are meant to make us eager all act… “Wait a moment, I spoke a lie…”

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