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Secret Cindy steals away
To find her heart’s desire
Until she gets the fire
Her mood is not for sharing
Her only counsel is herself
Meeting inward points of view
Discussing old books on her shelf
Secret Cindy making waves
Causing early waves to slow
Swept back on the beach again
Where discoveries steal her show
She’s not singing any old song
Nor calling out new tunes
Thoughts are raining down on her
Crowding out her afternoons
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