We met upon the dell, And kissed beneath the tree, As waterdroplets fell, In gentle harmony. But as the sun must rise, It soon must also set, The look within your eyes, Fortold this moment yet, Let's make our home the dell, And build beneath the tree, A house where we may dwell, In blissful harmony.
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