Guide me to the garden path that's strewn with roses wild
Take me to the pathway's hedge laden with fragrance mild
Stand with me in the archway, holding our dreams with the golden honeysuckle strands
Grow with me in the sunlight, reaching for love like happy violets holding hands
Wake me if you must from this sweet springtime reverie
But let it last while it can, for its assured end must be a fait accompli
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