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There comes a day when you and I
Will travel together these lands
With faith while holding hands
From rustic ruins am Rhein
To Alpine-scapes on high.

If, by some happenstance
Here I should not return,
How heavy my heart will burn,
But foresake not, I forewarn,
Lest we risk our rightly chance . . .

To daydream and to beget
Tall tales of two together,
Played in nestled pleasure,
Replete with woolly wood
Of most Dionysian measure.

Truly, I await such a site
Despite a presence of harm,
But I'll give you all my charm
Under a sky of moonlit form
For guiding my star-struck sight.

With words "forever ours!"
Not one shall say otherwise,
Not a king nor men wise
Could lien love so high;
Not even Mercury on Mars.

Alas, I'll awake from this fantasy

Alone and saddened for I'll feel

That our amour was never real.

Merely made blind by boyish zeal,

Dantesque dreams, and flattery.