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NOT MY OWN.
I told my lips they must disguise
The secret of my soul;
But oh, my heart flew to my eyes,
And told almost the whole!
The secret of my soul;
But oh, my heart flew to my eyes,
And told almost the whole!
Oh, eyes too swift of love to speak,
No more such thoughts reveal!
'Twas vain: Love next upon my cheek
Wrote all I would conceal!
No more such thoughts reveal!
'Twas vain: Love next upon my cheek
Wrote all I would conceal!
And thus, by every glance betray'd,
My hidden love made known,
I'm of my very heart afraid,
For it seems not my own!
My hidden love made known,
I'm of my very heart afraid,
For it seems not my own!
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