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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.