We have a secret, you and I,
That no-one else shall know.
For who but I shall see you lie,
Each night in fireglow?
And who but I can reach my hand
Before we go to bed,
And feel the living warmth of you
And touch your silken head?
And only I walk woodland paths,
And see, ahead of me,
Your small form racing with the wind,
So young again, and free.
And only I can see you swim
In every brook I pass.
And when I call, no-one but I
Can see the bending grass.
(Unknown Author)
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