| I hid my love when young till I
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| Couldn’t bear the buzzing of a fly
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| I hid my love to my despite
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| Till I could not bear to look at light
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| I dare not gaze upon her face
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| But left her memory in each place
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| Wherever I saw a wild flower lie
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| I kissed and bade my love goodbye
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| I met her in the greenest dells
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| Where dewdrops pearl the wood bluebells
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| The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye
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| The bee kissed and went singing by
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| A sunbeam found a passage there
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| A gold chain 'round her neck so fair
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| As secret as the wild bee’s song
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| She lay there all the summer long
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| I hid my love in field and town
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| Till even the breeze would knock me down
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| The bees seemed singing ballads over
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| The fly’s bass turned a lion’s roar
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| And even silence found a tongue
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| To haunt me all the summer long
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| The riddle nature could not prove
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| Was nothing else but secret love
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| Was nothing else but secret love |