I Took My Lover By The Hand

I took my lover by the hand
And we walked once again.
The forest of our childhood days
Just as it once had been.

And then we talked of her and me,
The way we lived and died.
I told her that I dreamed of this,
When she became my bride.

by GREENWOLFE 1962

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