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Take in my sorrow and my shame
You, the knower of my deepest thoughts,
Take in my failings name by name
And share the burden of these blots.

Paper, marry pen and make
A solace for my heart to speak
That in its sighing you can take
Away what’s worn and weak;

Yet can you keep my secrets, friend?
Can you really faithful be,
When all I know is in the end
You’re but a page that all can see?

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