where the wild iris grew
on the bank of the stream
before the frost had gone from the meadow
our bare feet planted firm in cool grass
our hair wafting with spring’s soft rustling
we pledged forever
where the wild iris grows
on your grave these many years
my tears running away with the stream
my bare feet firm upon wet grass
my white hair gleaming in starlight
we are always forever
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