The liars

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 Four friends, so close,

Four liars in fact,

All with a secret,

so good at the act

They swear they will keep it,

that dark and scary secret,

or they'll end up in the grave!

Oh but the fifth one,

i pray,

she's got nothing to say,

lying still in her cave,

of mud and dirt,

and yet so alive,

still so alert!

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