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Upon the breeze, they fly,
Secrets in soft sighs,
Hidden whispers glide,
Through the azure skies.
Leaves rustle with old tales,
Hope dances with grace,
Dawn's light reveals dreams,
In each secret place.
From whispered fears to whispered dreams,
A tapestry of secrets, it seems.
In silent rooms, where shadows play,
A world of whispers, come what may.
So listen close, and lend an ear,
To secrets whispered, year by year.
A whispered word, a stolen glance,
Revealing truths, in time and chance
For in their sound, a truth resides,
A hidden beauty, that never hides.
Of buried sorrows, and hidden
schemes,
In silent shadows, secret whispers gleam.
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