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Forest could keep secretsForest could keep secrets
Nobody can see my name on me.My name is insideand all over me, unseenlike other people also keep it.Isn't my name magical?
In our flatfaces speakof places across the sea.
In our flatvoices walk intalking, but not like me.
The space is a friend.I tell it what hurts.
I tell it why I'm not good.The space is a friend.I tell it the bother I'm in.It won't let me tell lies.