The poplars grove stands tall and white,
Where lovers meet at dusk,
Their leaves tremble in slightest breeze,
Like whispers in the hush.
The aspen quakes at wind's touch,
Its branches reaching high,
A poplars grove is nature's hall,
Where spirits float nearby.
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