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NOBODY KNOWS
Never, I don't ever,
I don't ever let her know,
That I pricked my little finger
On the red thorn of her rose.
It's much easier to hide
When your heart's been mangled so,
And it hurts a whole lot less
When you're the only one who knows.
-Jonathon Boehman
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