'The sun is up
and the clouds are bright
as I still remember
the trail of bird songs
that silent afternoon
when I met you
more than thirty years ago
you were young then
and so beautiful
your kiss and smile
the most wonderful
like the air we breath
you're so adorable
an affair worth to be told
moments I deeply hold
but that was years ago
things have changed
that under the faint moon
below the glinting stars
you will always be
my last and final dance
plain and sweet
deep and heavy
and with a sigh
at the end of a gorgeous
era of a love story.'
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