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In the pale moonlight
Before the rising sun’s new light
Come lay down beside me
Near yonder purling brook
Amid the fresh dewed grass
And the scent of blooming bluebells
Neath tall spreading Oaks
Throw down your cloak
I would hear our heats speak
Let me tell you all my secrets
Share with me all your dreams
Love me with your heart and soul
And I will make your heart my home.

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Incredible – again!
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Thank you – for your cloak! ❤
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