Meet me again on that corner
Where we rendezvoused that time
When the rain fell heavy as mortar
But we thought the day was fine
There I'll tell you how it's been
The days and nights rolled as one
Since you and I last together seen
And our hands clasped as one
Though before stood tall mountains
Stark, sharp clad of hardest rock
Still yet I thought I saw a fountain
Which to our loss would bring a stop
Whilst some stand fast and girdled
Against the treachery of faith
You your courage all deserted
Held fast too loosely for our sake.
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