never tell a secret

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As i sit peering at the night sky
i sit in grandmothers old chair
i move with the wind
i find it hard to stop thinking
about something so little
but i snap out of it when i hear a crash
a sound like no other
it's a secret, i tell no one
that i was ever here
i tell no one about the chair
i tell know one of the dream
and i tell know one of the secret





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