We have a secret, you and I
that no one else shall know,
For who but I can see you lie
each night in fire glow?
And who but I can reach my hand
before we go to bed
And feel the living warmth of you
and touch your silken head?
And only I walk woodland paths
and see you ahead of me,
Your small form racing with the wind
so young again, and free.
And only I can see you swim
in every brook I pass
And when I call, no one but I
can see the bending grass.

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