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The Banks of Purple LakeShall there always be a lovers moon, a hand to hold, someone to croon a warm embrace, and no hearts to break on the banks of purple lake. Shall it always be a special place, for a taste of lips, a blushing face and someone to hold, for lovers sake on the banks of purple lake. And shall there always be brides and grooms, roses red, someone to kiss, buds and blooms and a place to lay for lovers sake on the banks of Purple Lake. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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