O young heart,
That loves so blindly,
For this,
Find me a cure.
O young flame,
That dances so brightly,
With this,
Exudes allure.
O young dream,
That floats for eternity,
Of that,
I'm quite sure.
O young mind,
That imagines wildly,
But then,
Take only what's pure.
Saturday, 10 March 2007
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