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The Silent
Love. Shall it be but a breath?
A touch, a kiss, a song?
If it falls to words so deep,
Then let this voice be strong.
Come, oh music of our souls,
See if we shall dance.
If my hand can call it yours,
The Silent is romance.
Hush, our hearts are whispering --
How true is their embrace!
The spirit holds what eyes do not,
This song leaves not a trace.
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