I sat among the once so young
The stranger I had become
I sighed of days beneath the shade
Where in the summers we laid
Cat Stevens and our world wild
Tea for Tillermen served with a smile
Lovers among the trees we stayed
Jimi told us it was all purple shade
The old landmarks they still remain
No one recognized them all around.
Someday they shall wonder who
High in the old oak scrawled
The love of these two.
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