| A Night In the Glen by: She stands in the glen, Snow lightly falling. Thus, from her calling, I hear my name then. I approach her in the site, Where she sits 'neath a tree, I fall to one knee and gaze into her eyes of light. She takes my hand in a smile, And lays her head upon my shoulder. She whisper, "Hold me as this night grows older, And stay with me awhile". |
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