Take My Hand
Walk me on a lovers' lane
Where intrusion never reigns
A bower of bliss
Away from the city noise.
In trysting place
I never would mind a fall
For whether in love I fall
Or from the pinnacle of a craggy mount
In your quick and sweet embrace
Will I rise in hope and trust
Take my hand and let's go
A pleasant sunshine upon us has risen
A season to hold our lips
In firm embrace
And our hearts in steadfast hug.
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