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[bodytext] => Simple songs on midnight air Laughter flowing like a river Joy in this secret place we hide So quietly, now, they cannot find us It is our secret, our haven Protecting us from the sad But silently into the morning we run Until the sun sets for another night When we return in the darkness And bathe in the melody Of free spirits and peace [comments] => 2 [counter] => 210 [topic] => 71 [informant] => desolantdreamer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => secrets )
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