Once upon a golden moon As the sun shot final rays abroad, The water horses danced a tune To the rustle and sigh of papyrus rods On the verge of an azure lagoon.
The only ones to drink in this sight Were a man and a maid with hands entwined. Alone for a stroll on this peerless night They pledged their love till the end of time On the verge of the azure lagoon.
This time has grown since that moonlit eve When love was sworn and ring was placed. The years have sown their joy and grief But the entwined hands have held by grace As they did by the azure lagoon.
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