I thought you were different
I thought you were something new
I thought you were what I was searching for
If only I knew
If only I knew that I'd love truly
Just to be scorned and tossed aside
If only I knew that you'd say sweet things
Just to put the venom in my veins
Your silver forked tongue flicks the air
To see who your next victim will be
But you can't play your games forever
Soon, your secrets will fly free
They'll fly on the wind
With the birds of the air
Letting everyone know
Of the secret life you use to ensnare
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Luce LeBeau
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Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
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