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For when two hearts do fall in love
The sun will shine in skies above,
When flowers bloom and colours glow
And crystal streams will gently flow.
The birds shall sing from every tree
Their songs will sail so gracefully,
The sweetest sound to lovers ears
And bring the joy to dry all tears.
In every hill and every field
The beauty that their sight shall yield,
A breathless breeze so soft shall kiss
The lover's lips with tender bliss,
And then caress the blossomed air
Their lives together they will share,
Each day shall be so warm and still
When angels fly it is God's will.
But when two hearts do break in two
And sun shall set with autumn's hue,
The flowers then shall wilt and die
And crystal streams will all run dry,
No longer will the birds then sing
And only sadness they will bring,
For silence then shall fill the air
And tears shall well of deep despair.
The beauty of each hill and field
Shall then no longer be revealed,
As cold winds blow and not abate
On lips of scorn so full of hate,
The blossom gone and leaves lie dead
When torn apart the lives they led,
The storms will rage and rains will pour
And angel wings shall beat no more.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
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