I will not go and sit with her
Under trees or park benches
Nor will I sing my heart’s song
Made to her eyebrow
I will not lament behind her
Nor will I impress her with
acts of bravery and courage.
I will not give her a red rose
And forget her for life
Nor will I bid good bye
With tears in my eyes.
What I will is keep her
close to my heart
And live with her forever
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