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THE SECRET.
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That warm, white hand
I hold a moment while I stand
To say adieu:
What can I do—
It trembles so—but kiss her hand?

Within those eyes
The magic light of passion lies:
Love never goes;
For now she knows
I hold the secret of her eyes.