Eight Green Hardcovers
There are things I want to tell you
But I can't tell you out loud,
Well I can, but I won't,
If I did, you'd say don't,
So I will, yet I will through the shroud
Of the walls of my heart,
Where its beat does impart
Its unhindered affection and zeal,
And in rhythm proclaims
As it murmurs your name
How it loves with a love that is real
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