Sweetheart Hill
Lovers come every nightThey come by the hundreds
To sit and gaze into each others eyes
To kiss tender kisses
To talk and stare at the stars
Lots of propsals have been made
Mostly of marriage and
Some of a not so honorable kind
Sweethearts have met here
For the first time and their last
In this most secretive of places
That the whole town goes to
To be romantic and loving
And some more amorous meetings
The favorite hot spot
That every town has hidden away
The place where everyone goes
And everyone remembers fondly
As where they met their first love
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