The Arbor
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In the garden
Beyond the Lilac tree,
Where the arbor used to be,
The roses red would climb
And circle 'round
Those boyhood dreams of mine,
That lingered in the rose red light
Beneath the arbor's arching height.
Those joyful times when I was young
My wonder watched the roses reach the sky.
My wonder watched the roses reach the sky.
Now's the same as then;
When above the meadow flowers blue
The mountains reach above my dreams
No longer new,
And touch my wonder to the sky...
Like once a rose of red would do.
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