You are wery young
We just loved in fun
Please look at me now
And save my heart, but how?
My mind soon gone,
But you belive will done
I remember it
I've sold nothing meet.
I can fly
And you was live in sky
And life not crime,
But very bed this time.
You take my blood
I to be a glad
I had your touch
And not gave so very much.
March 1998
When all gone
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