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This was the start of something A blown whistle A curtain lifted To unveil my secret This was a scratch at the surface A glimpse of anguish The explanation Of why no one can find me This was a whisper Soft and low A string of words That never left the air
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC
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This was the start of something A blown whistle A curtain lifted To unveil my secret This was a scratch at the surface A glimpse of anguish The explanation Of why no one can find me This was a whisper Soft and low A string of words That never left the air
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC
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