Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Ashkelon,
Lest others will take me, and you'll be left behind, to roam
Amidst the muddle, the confusion of Babylon
To grasp at the words that will lead you back home.
So keep it our secret, and look, look up there
The door's just about to to open, to crack by a hair...
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