I have turned around.
I'm walking back to join the choir.
Leaves are flying through the sky.
There's a hidden life,
there's a life that no one knows,
there are things that can't be told.
And Sister Michael didn't know.
I've never said a word to her.
It's not her fault,
but it was getting hard enough
to be around.
I left the grounds.
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