The secrets that I keep
As I try to fall asleep
Are so many and so numerous
They prevent me counting sheep
They would lay my soul bare
Should they ever come to air
I sometimes get to wondering
If it's easier not to care
But that's not me at all
I'm at their beck and call
In fact without my secrets
I'd be climbing up the wall
Some are good and true
Some are black, some blue
Bring forth secrets of your own
And let me keep yours too...
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