Underneath the large oak tree
On the corner of 5th and Maple
Right beside the little lake
And the wooden picnic table
There is the bench where we would meet
In the brilliant afternoon
We'd bring our lunch and eat there
Every Saturday in June
The birds would chirp
The wind would blow
It was just so beautiful
Like something done by Van Gogh
The Afternoon bench
Under the afternoon sun
I wish to relive those days forever
An eternity spent on rerun
On the corner of 5th and Maple
Right beside the little lake
And the wooden picnic table
There is the bench where we would meet
In the brilliant afternoon
We'd bring our lunch and eat there
Every Saturday in June
The birds would chirp
The wind would blow
It was just so beautiful
Like something done by Van Gogh
The Afternoon bench
Under the afternoon sun
I wish to relive those days forever
An eternity spent on rerun
wordlover27
Harebelle
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