Deep Secrets
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Sandra Feldman
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There are secrets that are sins,
There are secrets in the Winds
That no one will ever know,
Covered with eternal snow,
Placed upon the, Mountains high,
Where eventually they'll die.
But the 'Mal d'Amour', my love,
Lack of love, were talking of,
That's the saddest of them all
For a poet, above all,
Needs to share,
His love, his soul.
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