Silent Love
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Thro' the glamour of evening,
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o'er each wooded height,
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who'll tell us their meaning,
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or stay their swift flight?
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Fond love thoughts concealing,
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to Night all revealing,
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sweet fancy must roam!
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As one maid would share them,
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read those thoughts aright
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ye breezes, oh, bear them,
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not stay their swift flight!
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be ye clouds their alliant,
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my love is as silent and fair as the Night
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Silent Love
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| Hard Romantic |
