< The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book
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71—UNDERNEATH THE STARS
In the garden crimson poppies are sleeping,
Thro' the grape-vines fairy spirits are peeping
Dearest, come, 'tis time our tryst we are keeping,
Underneath the stars, my love.
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