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A PROMISE
A secret,
If I tell you
Will you promise
Me one thing
To your ears
Alone, and
To no others
Be breathing
Or when the cusp of darkness
Descends as well it will
If you have deemed to renege
May the devil strike you still
Your tongue he will pull out
And feed it to the birds
For he has little faith
In those that spread devious words
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