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I tell my secrets to the dark.
I used to tell the trees but they whispered in the breeze.
I tell my secrets to the dark who swallows them whole and twists them against me when I fear them most.
No one knows I tell the dark
The horse he drives before him,
Is the pale shade of the dawn,
But on wheels of darkness,
His sickly green carriage is drawn.
The hooves raise boils from the earth,
The wheels leave tracks like scars,
