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Secrets


A little birdie told me
It traveled through the air
She heard it from Molly
Who said that Emily told Claire
 
You'll hear it in the hallways
It drifts from every door
Rumor has it that the teachers know
At least that's what James swore
 
Megan whispered to Melissa
Melissa talks while she sleeps
And now everybody knows
The secret 
That nobody keeps
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