That
You
And
Me
Are
We,
Let
Us
Fool
Eternity,
Stand
Side
By
Side
And
In
Our
Pride,
Avow
To
Be
Sturdy
As
A
Double
Tree,
And
All
Who
Come
To
See
Will
Know
How
Close
Two
Faithful
Lovers
Can
Grow.
Now
That You And Me Are We, Let Us Fool Eternity, Stand Side By Side And In Our Pride, Avow To Be Sturdy As A Double Tree, And All Who Come To See Will Know How Close Two Faithful Lovers Can Grow.
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You And Me, Yawns An Empty Sea Of Regret That You Will Soon Forget. I’m On Another Course, My Friend, And Cannot Yet See The End. This Travel To The Moon Will Soon Be Done, The Challenge Won, And I shall Swim In That Other Sea Of Tranquility. How
Difficult To Reach Another’s Heart, To Span The Breach From The Very Start, To Speak The Truth, Even If Uncouth, Reveal The Soul’s Rips And Allow The Lover’s Lips To Show The Way To Be Real, And Heal. The
Plum Tree Outside This Room Does Not Bloom Nor Bear, Is Gnarled As With Care, But Casts A Pretty Shade Of Leaves Below The Eaves. Though Barren Of Fruit, It Still Can Suit As Shelter From The Sun And Grace The Lawn, Though The Old Dream Of Harvest Is Gone. Simple
Seeds. Sown In Silence Grown To Greed And Violence, Seeds Of Nameless Hate, Disguised As Being Great Or Greater, By Each And Every Ignorant Hater, Spreading Blind And Of One Mind, To Fulfill The Burning Need To Become A Poison Weed. Here
Now, None Of That. Few Can Stand This Bitter Wind, But This Is Not The End. No Tears Can Dampen Fate Or Bid The Inevitable Wait Upon A Better Hour, Such Is Not In Our Power. Hope Is Our Armor, That And Right, To Defend Ourselves Against The Night. |
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