The secret

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A whisper in the wind..

The whispers new begin.

A whisper in the wind..

The whispers new begin.

Just like stars in the night sky,

Stars shinning so bright.

So bright you forget the sun

So bright its not even night.

That little girl, she taps her feet.

Playing trumpet, so unique.

That little girl, wish you well

So gone, oh well.

That's what they say

"It's night and day. Pick your

Place or feel the weight."

A whisper in the wind..

The whispers new begin.

Every one step goes a few.

Then a dozen from a few.

Ryhm a rhythm, ryhm a rhythm

Ask me two.

That little boy,

Digging holes.

With his pale, with his gold.

That little boy, all lost

Gone in for a cost

Never saw, never knew

Now he knows he's made a few.

Lost his sense and lost his ryhm

Pickled peppers,

Rabbit wine.

Every piece, every posh

Every star, they shine so bright.

Silver girl, golden boy

Worked together, played with toys

Jumped and skipped then they tripped

Fell a little, fell a lot

Lost her trumpet, lost his pot.

Lost the shoes lost the gold

All that's left is a watering hole.

A hole so deep, a hole so dark

Full of fears, even sharks

That's the way the story goes

That little boy, grew so old

That little girl, suicide

They lost their love, they lost their fought

They gave up, gave in and fell dead

Dead as the bullet that went into her head.

Lost the pills that kept him sane

Lost their rhythm, lost their games.