WE LEFT THE HOUSE ONE EVENING
WALKED WOODS OF DISAPPEARING GREEN
PASSED OVER ABBEY BRIDGE
WHERE THE MOON POURED SILVER ON THE STREAM
THE WATER FOM THE LOCK RAN CONSTANT
AS YOUR HAND FOUND MINE
I FELT YOUR JOY FLOW THROUGH ME
TO CALM MY TEEMING MIND
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