I see you
Up there, hair waving in the moonlight
I see you
Fair maiden
In my mind's eye.
I stand here, looking down
Over the crowds as my photo is taken
And imagine
Him climbing up this vine
The necklace falling to his hand
You blowing kisses into the air
Saying, "Farewell my love.
My love, farewell.
I will see you tomorrow to be wed."
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