Let us go then, you and I,
when the autumn leaves are painted ‘gainst the sky.
We will dine under the red-gold trees on linen table,
by candlelight and starry sky ‘till we’re no longer able
in that dim light to see. After much gilded fruit upon a platter,
we will discuss those things that to us matter.
Then joining hands we’ll amble amber lanes
by glow of streetlight, then as life ordains,
I’ll take your hand and to thee pledge my love.
The roses amble over yonder gate,
and it is there that we will set a date,
a date when you will then belong to me.
I’ll pick a golden rose for your raven hair,
And angels, they will serenade us there,
from up above. Oh, don’t you see?
They knew that we could not escape our fate,
and wondered what it was that made us wait.
We’ll rake those golden leaves into a hill,
then we’ll jump in. The world will disappear.
Just long enough for me to steal a kiss
and make one wish,
that we would be happy as Angels are,
as happy as when we dined ‘neath the stars.
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