An Old Stone Bench

On an old stone bench
In the worn green grass,
We told our tales,
And dreamed our dreams —

We ran there together
On an old dirt path,
Then went our ways,
And joined our teams —

For love is shy
But youth is brave,
And every hour’s
Not one
You’d think to save —

By an old stone bench,
In the worn green grass
Another summer’s
Soon to pass

And I wish I knew
Why the stream still sings,
When I lost your heart
Like so many other


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