They line her way through the shrubbery
And the night that grays
And dips softly into tomorrow
She gazes at the deep and unending sky
Breathes in gently, for it's a pleasant beautiful night
And, the scents of foliage and flowers perfectly combine
The white picket fence, creaks familiarly in the wind
She smiles to herself, for it has always fondly reminded her of him.
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