Let me walk some more with you,
before you change your way;
for, to you I want to show something,
and want something to say.
I want to ride the boat with you
and want to touch the waves,
with my hands in your hands
and my head on your delt;
so let me walk till the spring,
till the lakes' snow melt.
I want some songs to sing to you
and some stories to tell,
and want some dreams to share with you
and some dreams to sell.
I want to take you out of this world,
away from its gloom;
so let me walk till the spring,
till the first bud bloom.
I want to show you the butterflies,
and the colour of their wings;
to fill your soul with shade of them,
and warmth of these feelings.
I know I am young to match your pace,
and the journey is different, you may claim;
so let me walk till I grow,
till our roads become the same.
For, I want to share my stars with you,
and want to share your name.
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