i had a poet soul
and analytic mind
and finally from all
i choose to make heart blind.
so, in the thoughtful field
i've lost my tiny muse,
cause i decided yield,
and now i have to lose
my little magic world
of words, and tears, and rhymes
but once when i get old
i'll think about these times,
of pure, romantic view,
of innocence and ease,
of eyes that had a clue,
of times when we were kids
[birdy - i'll never forget you]
fidelity
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