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Under the willow, you and I / Walked in the gloaming, when love ran high; / That wild first love, that was almost pain, / That we never on earth can know again.
The winds were soft, and the night was calm; / You held my hand in your throbbing palm. / With the fire of passion your dark eyes glowed, / And the tide of my pulses madly flowed.