Tender feelings of youth genuflecting in paths of maturity as
years pass us by, our love being lit like a spark, blazing
into a huge fire.
Bringing with it all kinds of promises and sweet little noth-
ings, having no meanings for another, sorrowful destinies
traveling past us on roads of illusion, taking away dreams
and hope in one fell swoop.
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