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LET NOBODY KNOW.
Ah! long is the light
Of the warm summer day,
And it's only at night
One may venture away;
But think when the shadow
Falls dark from the tree,
There is one near the meadow
That's waiting for Thee:
But although you may love me
It secret must be,
For no mortal must know
You are waiting for me.
Of the warm summer day,
And it's only at night
One may venture away;
But think when the shadow
Falls dark from the tree,
There is one near the meadow
That's waiting for Thee:
But although you may love me
It secret must be,
For no mortal must know
You are waiting for me.
The villagers all
Are so fond of their talk;
They'd jest for a month
If they saw us two walk;
They'd jest for a month
And a something would find,
If we even shook hands,
Or but look'd the least kind;
So whate'er they may guess,
Or pretend they may see;
Still let nobody know
You are thinking of me.
Are so fond of their talk;
They'd jest for a month
If they saw us two walk;
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And a something would find,
If we even shook hands,
Or but look'd the least kind;
So whate'er they may guess,
Or pretend they may see;
Still let nobody know
You are thinking of me.
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