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  We have a secret, you and I, that no one else shall know.
For who but I can see you lie each night in fire glow?
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.