The Lonesome Meadow
Beside that lonesome meadow
where the bluebells used to grow
there lies a lonesome pathway
that wanders to and fro
where afternoon talks and moonlit walks
would while away the hours
and there a bed of softest grass
and lightly scented flowers
How lonesome now that meadow
where the bluebells used to grow
how lonesome is that pathway
that wanders to and fro
no more the talks and moonlit walks
that while away the hours
how lonesome is that bed of grass
that so often
we called ours.
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