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Once upon a full January's midnight moon, Two young lovers met too soon. The man was tall, and so was she. To the locked doors of his heart she found the key. And every night since the night they did meet, They danced together upon lovers' feet. Soon they took each other's hearts, This is where their true love starts. They stayed together night and day - He promised her he'd always stay. Until one sad day came, And war blew out their burning flame. He said he'd return after the war, But he saw her never more. They wrote to each other letters and notes, As he sailed through seas on boats. He answered every single day, Until one note she sent in May. A reply came, but not from him, Not from her dear lover Tim. It asked to come visit soon, Because her boyfriend fell to gloom. So she set out on her quest, To save her love from reaching death. But it fell into the hands of fate, And it seems she was too late. Even though her Tim was trying, He was shot and now was dying. So she bid him one goodbye, She was so sad she couldn't cry. He uttered three last words from his death bed: "I love you ..." was all he said. And there, he died. Now she cried and cried and cried. Waiting there still by his side. She said: "We were so much more than friends," But their true love never ends. |