TRILOGY

1 We three in Summer ambled

In yellow parks and strove

With new green youth, and scrambled Up hills of young green love;

We three in Autumn numbered Our heartstrings all as one, We three in Winter slumbered In white, warm ways of fun....

Came Spring, the world seemed younger, Our laughter came more free:

But we were three no longer, But you and him, and me.

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