The wind whispers its secrets to me,
I promise not to tell,
I zip my lips and lock them tight,
and throw the key into the well.
I stroll along the curvy road,
determined not to yell,
out all those secrets the wind told me.
What are the secrets you might ask?
Sorry, I promised not to tell.

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