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Forgiveness came to Lover's Lane
He walked alone down Lover's Lane His head hung low against the rain It seemed to rain a lot these days The games imagination plays
He saw her face where e'er he looked A man heart pumpingly in love But looking down did him no good From every puddle she looked up
And so a heavy price was paid Made all the worse by heavy rain Oh, how he wished he'd held his tongue And just for once been in the wrong
But Valentine has ways and means Of soothing, fixing, wronged heart strings For in the distance through the rain Forgiveness came to Lover's Lane
©Joseph G Dawson
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