How forlorn that chair is
Resting there on its own
How sad and grim it is
That companionable seat, alone
There ought to be a soul there
Content beneath the tree
Where with the souls of nature
It could be set free
Or perhaps two souls could rest
On that plain old chair
For to talk of pasts and of futures
Requires a charming air
Or maybe three could cast
A lovely and joyful spell
One for the past, one for the present
And one for the future as well
But whatever it is
Leave not this chair alone
For a place meant for others
Should never be on its own
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