Down the garden path,
I’ll be waiting,
Waiting for you.
You know where,
On the pillar bench Near the ivy league.
I’ll be wearing
That green dress you loved so much
And my violet eyes.
I’ll be lusher
Than I was
Last time you saw me,
And no longer will marble or ground separate us.
And we will walk underneath
The crabapple trees
That bloom forever.
And through the long,
Green grass,
We will wander.
Immortal is our love
And it will grow
In the
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