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Sara Teasdale - Hidden Love
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I hid the love within my heart, 
And lit the laughter in my eyes, 
That when we meet he may not know 
My love that never dies.

But sometimes when he dreams at night 
Of fragrant forests green and dim, 
It may be that my love crept out 
And brought the dream to him.

And sometimes when his heart is sick 
And suddenly grows well again, 
It may be that my love was there 
To free his life of pain.
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