Young Love
Before my age, I saw the beauty
Clouds over passed my youth before time.
Days brought moments of pain and pleasure.
Nights of dreams and expectations of life,
Before my age, I saw the beauty.
After my youth, remembering my loss.
Despite my dreams and the true faith,
Victory was time, melancholy mine.
Revealing the departure of deep love,
After my youth, remembering my loss.
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