We lie beneath the squeaking trees
An earshot nigh Grand Lake
A breath away from love to make
And feel the fading summer breeze
The moon emerges each and every night
Chic in fashionable shade and shadow
Lovers and users and sheltered meadow
Covert, cascading light
Deaf be the fading forest
Amid serious moonlight
As we clinch and cradle tight
Among nature’s fetching fair florist
Emotions helpless from temptation
The sun has since been set
For you and I, my choice brunette
Love declining privation
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