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Down by the well
There I shall meet Thee
An orchid in your hair
The well near the olive tree
And our sole place to meet
Alas only brief
Our patriarchs disagree
Our young hearts in grief
Down by the well
I shall meet Thee
An orchid in your hair
The place near the olive tree
Heavenly you appear
Beautiful Helen of Troy
Unworthy of Thou my dear
Admired by many a boy
Our love like fire
A glimpse, our(sole) unity
Our fate, harsh and dire
In the shadow of the olive tree
Buried centuries ago , both you and me
Our love it never ever was set free
But by the well, my beloved orchid
There I still meet Thee
There I still meet Thee
Our sole place to meet
Alas only grief
Our patriarchs disagree
Our young hearts in grief
Down by the well
I shall meet Thee
An orchid in your hair
The place near the olive tree