The things I don't say are the source of my power
The secrets I hold are the key
All those tidbits that you have already known are true
But there is still a bit more to me
Soon I will give up all of my powerful secrets
Becoming fragile and frail
I must because power is a hard thing to carry
Holding it forever would fail
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