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86 LOVE'S SECRET.

NEVER seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears. Ah! she did depart.

Soon after she was gone from me, A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly: He took her with a sigh
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