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Meet me at the old pear tree at midnight
Out in the south west field
We can hold each other close in the moons light;
Waning silver through clouds concealed

There's a sweet summer breeze whispering off in the distance
Singing thoughts of better days;
Promises left waiting on the horizon
Of Autumn's golden sunset rays
Written by sammy4444
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