Yours is the youth of mine,
And I am a very young person,
We are both a couple of friends
In love and harmony like souls.
Yours is the religion of peace,
Some believe that deeds are to be created
So that we are a reasoning,
You are the reason too sufficient.
My youth never cries or matures,
It is the belief of a belief, a crazy
Object, but do not bow down and call
Me a saint if you are one as well.
My stable friendship comes naturally to me,
Before the age of existing objects,
Before the objective and the complete birth,
It was my heart to live among the wonders.
You are my wonder, only if I react to good works,
Before the age of reasonable conduct,
Just when proper worlds revolved,
And the Earth was a ready abode.
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