How many times we walked on yonder hill
In summer sun, winter snow, even in the rain.
On thinking back, I remember still
The happiness we shared down Lover's Lane.
Your kindness in those days was ecstasy
Words of love flowed gently on the air
The memory is real, and haunts me still:
A wedding veil, a vow, a silent prayer.
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