Meet me where the grass is fragrant
From the morning dew;
I have learned a melody
And want to sing to you.
It can’t be another place.
My voice won’t rise so high.
I won’t cater to a crowd;
I daren’t even try.
If you cannot meet me there,
The tune will slip away.
It will choose a stranger
Someplace else, another day.
Mariella Hunt 
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