Beneath our sycamore tree
I have held thee in my arms
and pressed you close to me
head nestled on your shoulder
my breasts your posture cradling
beneath our sycamore tree
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Our hearts so close together
in my hair breathed softly
two rhythms flowing as one
yearning and pressing our love
beneath our sycamore tree
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I often go to visit
and place my cheek where we
with clothing moved each other
till passion overtook us
beneath our sycamore tree
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Was nature’s thorn that tore thee
you had the best of me
and took what was forbidden
yet which was freely given
beneath our sycamore tree
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Musing, there will be a day
I will come and I shall see
thee stood waiting for me there
you will remember my love
beneath our sycamore tree