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/ The wind that met her in the park, / Came hurrying to my side -- / It ran to me, it leapt to me, / And nowhere would abide.
/ It whispered in my ear a word, / So sweet a word, I swear, / It smelt of honey and the kiss / It'd stolen from her hair.