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Some things I try to hide

   silently inside

And there they shall remain

 

Silence is a virtue

   hidden form your view

Youíll never know itís name

 

Should you scratch deep enough

   within each of us

Youíll find the hurt and pain

 

Should tears begin to flow

   they will make it grow

And it will hurt again

 

Se let dogs sleeping lie

   until itís time to die

Then bury grief with shame

 

When last you speak my name.


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