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One kind word can warm three winter months
04/06/2009 05:02
Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears. Ah! she did depart!
Soon after she was gone from me, A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly: He took her with a sigh.
William Blake
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