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Seeing two lovers share a park bench. |
~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ They must be lovers, Those two, sitting On that bench. They must be lovers, Her hand on his thigh, His hand on her arm. They must be lovers, Sitting there, whispering Words between them. They must be lovers, With secrets in those words, Secrets between them. No space for more, Sitting there, on that bench, They must be lovers. ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ |