The truths I said, so brave and bold
Were just lies, fool's tales for gold.
You could not trust but hired me
To ferret out secrets that could be
Dangerous and paid for tales well told.
Caught up in drama and the romance
Of the spy flirting death and chance
You thought me better than I could be:
Whose fault that you could not see
Dancers must invent their dance.
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