The Meeting
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Meet me at the place where once

The two of us had seen

A Love, during the summer months,

A Love so pure and keen.

I held your heart and you held mine,

It seemed so never-ending.

Our Love made drunk like heavy wine,

Und'r a pine tree we were standing.

I think of 't now, 't has been so long,

The pine tree has grown old.

I wonder, wonder what went wrong:

Our Love has now grown cold.