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There are promises broken and promises kept

Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept

There’s a chapter of secrets, and words to confess

If I lose everything that I possess

There’s a chapter on loss and a ghost who won’t die

There’s a chapter on love where the ink’s never dry

There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.
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The book of my life. Sting.