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"Lovely Hours"
In these lovely hours
Early morning mountain air
Lay me down in the meadow
Run your fingers through my hair
Listen to the bird songs
Hear the rolling, bubbling brook
Sit with me beneath the oaks
Write our names in love's book
Taste the honeysuckle
Smell it's about to rain
Touch my heart in places
Where there once was only pain
Kiss me oh so sweetly
In this quiet shady bower
Where no one can disturb us
In the lovely hours
© 2004 Paul D. Aronson. All Rights Reserved.
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