The Couple in the Grove

The young girl sauntered back to the bayit
To grab a soft, plush, bright sapphire Mets throw,
A stroll to fetch his guitar, there he goes
The rest of the camp stays softly asleep,
Still stars glistening, she falls in a heap
He meets her in the place nobody knows,
Underneath the mossy tree in the grove
Playing tunes for her in the night, so sweet
Gazing upon her natural beauty,
Blushing in the dark her face still shone rose,
The girl swoons laying in the field of green
The boy strings his guitar passionately,
The two were overwhelmed with love
Not a happier couple to be seen

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