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[00:12.97]At last the secret is out,
[00:16.02]as it always must come in the end,
[00:25.95]the delicious story is ripe to tell
[00:32.45]to tell to the intimate friend;
[00:39.05]over the tea-cups and into the square
[00:42.32]the tongues has its desire;
[00:45.38]still waters run deep, my dear,
[00:48.62]there's never smoke without fire.
[00:51.78]
[00:52.16]Behind the corpse in the reservoir,
[00:55.15]behind the ghost on the links,
[00:58.31]behind the lady who dances
[01:02.12]and the man who madly drinks,
[01:16.86]under the look of fatigue
[01:19.42]the attack of migraine and the sigh
[01:29.38]there is always another story,
[01:33.15]there is more than meets the eye.
[01:38.29]
[01:42.68]For the clear voice suddenly singing,
[01:45.85]high up in the convent wall,
[01:49.09]the scent of the elder bushes,
[01:52.44]the sporting prints in the hall,
[01:55.72]the croquet matches in summer,
[01:58.85]the handshake, the cough,
[02:02.01]the kiss, the kiss,the kiss.......
[02:09.18]there is always a wicked secret,
[02:12.19]a private reason for this