Meet me at the meadows, where the lilies do spring;
The same meadows where we always meet!
Let the hummingbirds and bluebirds gladly sing;
Those songs that are calm and sweet!
You'll be happy, if you only meet me at the meadows;
To share the stories of past time!
We can say what we want, even do what we want, no one knows!
O Agatha, don't equate love to a crime!
Remember how the mountains and hills kept us in a daze?
Remember the beauty of the trees?
These same meadows, remind me of those days;
Bringing me back to "the birds and the bees"!
O Agatha, O Agatha, those tears in your eyes;
Love just ain't telling me whether there's victory or demise!
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