Ah! you and I should like two night owls
That stock the skies in search of the bright star
Below that star did our hearts first not foul
And learned to get along-- 'tis not bizarre!
Let's stoke this fire which burns with heart and soul
Although it's older than we both can know
We must declare our former vows void-null
And bring back old passion when lights are low
For I've looked far and wide but could not find
A lark so sweet and neat; in flight you gleam
Your voice tickles my frontside and behind
like trees singing as in a forest dream
Let us lay down inside that grove of mirth
May it be that our love transcends rebirth
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