The Sweetness of First Meeting (From, The River Sings On)
The sweetness of first meeting,
Like the breeze in the trees;
The freshness of summer greeting,
The soul of the being frees.
Like the rays of the evening sun,
With slumbering red and yellow;
The feelings of minutes now gone,
With the last of the twilight's glow.
You and I resounding seconds,
The feelings all deep inside;
The night in the green woodlands,
Each wonder our dreams now hide.
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