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The Wicker Tree

Just below the wicker tree did we first touch lips.
Just below the wicker tree your beauty I did admit.
Just below the wicker tree we swore our love to a pact.
Just below the wicker tree your hands crossed behind your back.
Just below the wicker tree I for an instant shut my eyes.
And what else could you do but with my heart screw and leave my passion there to die?




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