Evening is falling
Let me take that hand
And press it to my lips
For that hand belongs
To the one
Who glows in the sun
Who when smiling
can make me sing
We stand
My head upon his chest
And then
I skip down this road
A journey
To our future with swans
And medium sized cygnets
And this lake
That will mark
Fifty years of love
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