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Blake

This is my story

Never seek to tell my 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 did depart!

Soon as she was gone from me,

A traveler came by,

Silently, invisibly

He took her with a sigh.

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