The crowd loud with laughter, kazoos and party hats,
failed to satisfy the yearning of the young mans heart.
He no longer had the appetite for things he once held dear.
His reason for life missing the way ahead not clear.
He remembered that inner journey, he took not so long ago.
The meeting with his first love, who didn't want to let him go.
Once more he went on that journey as he took his bread and wine,
heart to heart with his first love, as he travelled back in time.
Gone the crowd, loud with laughter, kazoos and party hats.
Replaced by loves pure banquet, in the young mans heart.
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