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THEY spoke of him I love / With cruel words and gay; / My lips kept silent guard / On all I could not say.
I heard, and down the street / The lonely trees in the square / Stood in the winter wind / Patient and bare.
I heard... oh voiceless trees / Under the wind, I knew / The eager terrible spring / Hidden in you.