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| Never Seek To Tell Thy Love |
| Never seek to tell thy love |
| Love that never told can be; |
| For the gentle wind does move |
| Silently, invisibly. |
| I told my love, I told my love, |
| I told her all my heart, |
| Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears |
| Ah, she doth depart. |
| Soon as she was gone from me |
| A traveller came by |
| Silently, invisibly |
| O, was no deny. |
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