Forty words:
Excitement of youth lingers, from
'Danube Waltz' days long ago.
Floral dresses of summertime,
plaited locks with a sheen...
those beautiful damsels of sweet
sixteen, unashamed and innocent,
turned every eye. Memories of
this will be mine till I die.
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