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Meet me under the maple tree
So I can hear a story
No longer as a child
But now an obliged man
Your cerulean blue eyes gaze forward
And your soft voice begins to speak
I may have heard it a time or two
But I listen intently-- just the same
We succeed in a laugh
As you pat me on the leg
Oh, dear Grandfather
You live a life of principle
We sit awhile longer
Watching them play in the sun drenched afternoon
Can't we just stay here forever
So I can hear one more word-
Have one more embrace
Not today, dear Grandson
But meet me here always
Under the maple tree
So I can tell you a story
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