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They are gathered by bees
And whispered in the trees,
Reflected in your eye,
Or the none too subtle sigh.

They will haunt you in your sleep,
These secrets that you keep,
When you're sure the world is dumb,
They will bite you on the bum!

Gnaw your conscience till it's raw,
And you forget the fatal flaw,
For you know, without a doubt
That your secret will get out.

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